Page 15 of Lycan

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FENRIR

Her soft,fleshy mouth parted with a puff of air and she straightened again. Humans wore fabrics on their bodies to cover their sensitive skin, and I’d shredded hers. What was left of it lay in tatters next to us.

The round flesh on her chest swayed. Such interestingly arousing flesh. Only the human women had this aspect to their body and they always covered them. Curving my head up, I swiped my tongue against the hard protrusion. Her sex squeezed my knot.

I bucked without control. Her head fell back, and she clenched my fur hard, using it to keep herself balanced. They seemed to be some sort of arousal inciting button.

“What do you call these,” I licked the tip again. Her sex squeezed my knot every time I did it.

“Breasts.” She panted.

“Our females do not have these.”

Her fleshy mouth became thinner.

“Oh.” She flexed around my cock and it responded, wringing a shudder from her. “How did your cum make this possible?” She spoke haltingly, as if she struggled to push the words free.

I should not answer the human, but some innate desire forced me to sate her curiosity.

“It makes humans stronger.” The humans experimenting on me enjoyed talking. From them, I learned much of what they had been doing to my species. There were other creatures they would take just for their release. They were milked for their cum to experiment on, to taste, todiscover—they said.

The frigid slab I had been strapped to had been isolated from the other creatures, so all the information I had garnered was from the human’s conversing. All I ever bore witness to was humans and how they enjoyed shredding apart my innards. Decades under their experiments offered me an insight on much. Especially how vile they were.

“Fenrir?” Her voice echoed in my ears, muffled by the ringing. I flicked them to shake off the remembered agony of being shredded open. “Hey, are you okay?”

Her voice was low and hurried. I focused my attention on her. Her mouth pursed and she cocked her head to the side.

“Okay?” What did she mean by this? She wanted an affirmative?

“Like are you feeling well?”

I wasn’t sure what this meant. So I only grunted. I struggled to hold her gaze, so I gave up to peruse her oddly erotic body.

I ran my claw across a jagged scratch on her leg.

“What did this,” I couldn’t keep the fury from my tone. “Who marred you?”

The fur over her eyes lifted high.

“Um, you.”

“I have not?—”

“Yes, you did.” Her fleshy mouth thinned again. “I came running to warn you and you said all sorts of things and then tossed me on the ground.”

The image she painted was not as she said. She had charged me, her eyes wide and her teeth bared.

“You aimed to attack me.”

“No, I was trying to warn you that the lions were behind you.”

“Warn me?” I did not understand. “Why?”

Her body moved with her scoff.

“They were going to attack you.”

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