Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

The air here was warm, thick with the heavy scent of rich cedar, dried herbs, and the sharp, metallic tang of Fenris’s spilling blood. Fenris released Maya’s wrist, his posture instantly collapsing as his knees buckled. "Fenris!" Maya caught him under his arms, his massive frame nearly pinning her against the edge of the leather examination table. His skin was burning hot—a stark contrast to the freezing chill that had filled the elevator during the soul-merge. "I'm fine," Fenris grunted through gritted teeth, though his sweat-sheened forehead and graying lips betrayed him. He hauled his weight onto the table, leaning back against the raised cushion with a harsh, rattling breath.

It didn't take long for him to resume thrusting; this time, he was spewing profanities while making deliciously dirty remarks about my oral pussy. Finally, he slammed my throat one last fucking time, bottoming out, his throat reaching places in my throat that it hadn't even touched all this time. I felt his cock pulse as he erupted inside me, not just once but three fucking times, his warm cumload filling my throat. He slowly pulled out, strings of drool adorning his shaft. I didn't waste time swallowing his love gruel, ignoring the discomfort of my throat that had been ruthlessly fucked sore and raw.

"You need to stop. You'll destroy your consciousness at this pace." "Tell me about the consolidation bindings. Exactly how Darius is holding those seventeen Starborn." Elara was silent. "That information is dangerous." "Everything about me is dangerous. Tell me."