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Beast. Canine. Wolven Devil.
These are a few of the many names that followed the fenrir throughout his life. An understandable side effect of being stronger, faster and far more powerful than the pitiful creatures that walked this shared land.
He razed human civilizations with little guilt. He was a force of nature, a legend written in blood and fear.
And yet, months have 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, 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 rather the pain of staying where he was, then to face the trials of learning to fend for himself—insistant 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, 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. 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…. the 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, yelping as Fel demanded a taste of his food.
The scent made his mouth water for another reason entirely.
A Human Omega.
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.
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. Cedar and Honey. He had the recklessness to rub the intoxicating sweetness of his scent all over Fel’s waiting fur.
And the bathing. To share 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 trusting eyes.
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 blooming onto the sprawling flower it was now. A growth fed by Mukoda’s soft words reserved for him, to his rich 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.
So he consulted his Goddess.
Who was, predictably, ecstatic.
“Yes! What lovely news to hear!” His Divine Ninrir cooed. “I fully support your intentions!”
That is before another god whispered. “Ninrir, how would they even fit?”
“Hush! That is an intimate problem for my beloved fenrir. I'm sure he doesn't intend on hurting the otherworlder.”
True. If Fel's rut and Mukoda’s heat overlapped, that would make things a world easier. Mukoda would produce ample slick to prevent any sort of tearing. That's what Fel was hoping for anyway.
“I'm sure the otherworlder wouldn't run away either.”
Well, in the hypothetical that Mukoda would dare run, Fel bit back a feral pull of his lips, one that would have him bearing his sharp fangs, Mukoda—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 memorized like a brand on his soul. It was like a thread Fel could follow effortlessly through cities, mountains and even the thickest of jungles.
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 fighting monsters and gorging on food. They were only hollow substitutes, not at all filling the clawing ache in his chest, nor the heat below his waist. In what time he had to himself, Fel often wondered. 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. Fel had low hopes for that idea, though it did get his blood hot, Mukoda was a very... bratty omega.
Honestly, the beauty of it all would be that no one would dare rescue him. They would be far too busy spitting on 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 just about to pounce on Mukoda, driven past the point of restraint, 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.
It was perfect. Beautiful, just like the fireworks that had been in the sky.
Fel’s tail wagged as he licked his chops.
—
With the ease that only a wolf could have, Fel finally enters the bedroom, the heavy door snicks shut behind him with the finality of a gun. His eyes, animalistic and assessing, fix on the sight of the bed, a stare more akin to that of a predator. Truly, Fel’s alpha growls, Mukoda lost to instinct was a mesmerizingly pathetic sight.
Mukoda’s bare 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. Fel can make out the way a viscous strand of slick forms, stretching as those lower lips pulled back before breaking when his hips bucks away from the cushion. It leaves a darkened spot from the eager rutting—not to even mention the scorching scent of warm honey in the air.
A sugary scent and heated flesh seared into the air, almost aphrodisiacal to Fel’s alpha as the fenir's eyes dilate.
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.
The sound that tore Mukoda from his haze, clearly too focused on his needs. The small human flinches violently with a squeal, squeaking before he snapped, growling at Fel in a way that can only be described as cute, pathetic even, something so obviously first nature to him. That is before his flushed face grows even redder, deepening into a horrified scarlet as his eyes finally focus 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.
“You’re in heat.” Fel offers bluntly, not one to beat around the bush, one paw set on the bed. Mukoda’s gaze is unstable, eyes clearly unfocused yet he clings to his sanity like a man starved, brows upturned in clear distress that draws Fel closer. “W-what?”
“What is that? Fel, it’s—everything is so hot, it’s unbearable.”
The canine’s ears twitch back, his alpha upset at the sheer fear in Mukoda’s voice and yet he maintains his composure, “You should leave, Fel.”
“Leave? And why would I do that?”
Fel’s voice is layered in amusement, almost dangerously patient. He can see the way his words click together in Mukoda’s head, and he can see the way his brows knit together in wary confusion as he leans back into the sheets. “Whu—what do you mean why?”
Fel jumps onto the bed with the slyness of a cat, looming over Mukoda as he chuffs. “I think you know why.”
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, tight in his throat. The sound makes Fel’s eyes narrow into slits and his almost cheeky demeanor drops.
Mukoda clearly didn't mean it. His eyes widened as he coughed, catching his breath to still the rumble. Yet, even when he ceases his growling, Fel just flicks his tail, tsking flatly, devoid of humor. “You truly have gotten too comfortable.”
Then he releases his own pheromones, deep and suffocating with his irritation. 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. Fel’s broad tongue laps and strokes Mukoda’s palate, coaxing soft, cute, gasps from him, the human’s eyes slitted as he stares up at Fel.
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.
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 widening before flushing. Fel laps at the drying trails beneath his eyes. “What? Don’t believe me?”
“How can I?” Mukoda mumbles, the words fragile, thin, as he draws his legs together, “You’ve never really said anything.”
“I always thought I was just your cook.”
Fel paused, the movement of his tongue as he cleaned up the trails of tears stilling as the admission irritates him more than he’d like to admit.
“You think of me so cruelly, have I not saved you?”
“Saved me?” Mukoda can’t help but gape, 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.
“Smell?”
“You know what I mean.” Fel laps lower against Mukoda’s collarbone where that honey scent is stronger. “I want to taste you.”
Mukoda’s mouth parts at his blunt words, his eyes wide. The man could hardly stifle his spluttering, sweaty face growing slightly pale, “No! F-fel—”
Weak, human hands press against Fel’s furry front, trying to nudge him back as Mukoda’s words stutter and twist.
“That’s a dirty place for humans—It-you shouldn’t.” The human sounds too weak, so pathetic in the way he tries to sway Fel otherwise. But Fel knows what he wants, he had known for all these painful months of hiding hsi feelings.
And he’s getting tired of words.
Fel’s eyes narrow down at the human, his ears pressing back with his discontent at the suggestion. It was truly unfortunate Mukoda wouldn't have a say, that he didn't know that he would be left to writhe alone in his heat, dying a slow and painful death—so Fel has seen anyways.
His human would be left to burn from the inside out if Fel leaves now.
And the alpha in his head firmly growls against the notion, at the mere idea of a world without this human. Truly, he sighs internally, Mukoda doesn't know his grip on Fel's heart, how his words of rejection crush the muscle in his chest with a power no blade against him has ever held.
And Fel is no man. He can only allow so much from Mukoda, no matter the ignorance of the omega—one who didn't even know his own body. His alpha pressed him to move, to fix this mess. Afterall, is it not the fault of the alpha if his omega is lost and uneducated in the ways that matter? Fel’s shoulders loosen.
Right, Fel would bring his omega to see the truth, to see what he needed.
No matter Mukoda’s denial, it grates on the last of Fel’s patience. The reality is, clearly, words are not getting to this man. So he does what he knows. With his eyes fluttering close, Fel 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. The idea isn't too far off as the beast laps at Mukoda's neck with a steady hunger only a beast could have.
Mukoda squirms beneath Fel’s behemoth form, his limbs all sluggish and his face adorably scrunched up in confusion as his heat burned with the power of decades of suppression. Maybe that's the truth, Fel muses. Nevertheless, Mukoda’s eyes, which were normally sharp, are soft and dazed. Fel can't help the way saliva builds in his mouth at the sight of drool dripping down the corner of Mukoda’s, ordinarily sassy and pouty, lips, and down the plump of his chin.
Fel can't help the way his cock twitches, revealing itself. It makes the fenrir hiss, given the centuries of abstinence he had been subjected too, given his canine nature of taking one mate for life. Truly he had never even considered mating till now. However, just the air kissing his purple, engorged and leaking tip has him groaning.
His cock is almost the size of Mukoda’s arm, twice the girth with an almost angular tip. The purple mass slaps against Mukoda’s pussy with a dirty thwop, mussing the ebony fur 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.
“Nh… w-wait Fel, please… it won’t fi-it!” His voice cracks, his words are slurring, eyes are straining to focus on the thing between Fel’s legs, pushing into his pussy. Fel can’t help but whine at the words, before conceding, with a gruff sound.
“Just the tip.”
“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.
And terribly appetizing.
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 the pain. 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. Suddenly, all those decades of snorting and being digusted at sheer notion of sex were lost on Fel, as he 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.
It's tightness and heat drove electric jolts up Fel’s spine, even from just having his mere head inside that heavenly snatch. Nevermind Mukoda’s squirming and whimpering as his legs tremble to hold themselves apart due to the girth. Fel wasn't even in yet.
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 gleeful lust, and with the elegance of a bumbling rabbit, 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, almost in disbelief, “You will be the death of me.”
Mukoda hardly makes his state better, those wide eyes blinking up at Fel in an almost sleepy manner, clear and innocent in a way that makes Fel throb from where he sheathed.
“E-eh? —Ouh!” Fel’s hips snap forward and Mukoda can only shriek. His omega's eyes snap open before fluttering and rolling back as Fel fucks him into the sheets beneath them. Dainty fingers splay and slide down Fel’s front as Mukoda hiccups, eyes watering as Fel sets a punishing pace.
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.
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 thighs and cleft of his ass.
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. The thought makes Fel’s blood roar in his ears, tail wagging eagerly. Goddess, 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 thought 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.
Even more so… Fel raised his head to kiss pert nubs on Mukoda's pink chest, left so pitifully unattended. The canis gave one a suckle, tongue flicking to tease the man, making Mukoda’s back arch.
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. Ah, 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, swollen with his litter and dripping milk like a leaky faucet, thoroughly pupped for the winter. 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, “Mh—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.”
At this point, even Fel's words lack his normal decorum, loose and vulgar. 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 (from all the stimulation 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 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 so-so 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, it makes the wolf brush his tail over Mukoda’s reddened nipples, making the man sob as Fel grunts. “S-So fucking perfect!”
Mukoda’s eyes pop open as Fel leaned back, seating 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 Mukoda 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.
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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, 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 familiars.