(Fenrir's POV) Surprising Request

[Fenrir]

As of late, it's been more challenging to keep his wolf tethered to its leash. Ever since it got a taste of that high-class soul energy, the wolf was regularly loud and making it difficult to rest peacefully. So much mental strength was needed to keep its opposition at bay. He didn't want to think about what would happen to the human and spirit realms if he fully lost control. There would be more disease, disasters, and death than there presently was.

Although unfortunate, there was only one thing Fenrir could do to make sure that doesn't happen.

He summoned Hyeon.

While waiting for the halfling, he sat with crossed legs on the loveseat facing the rising windows and rested both arms above the attached back cushions. The PIP PIP PIP sounds from rain coating the glass made it known that his anxious mood started the storm earlier that morning.

After ten minutes, the doors softly creaked open from behind him. Normally, other servants were required to knock. Fenrir recently mentioned to Haruma that, due to Hyeon's constant in and out trips to deliver food, he should be the only exception to enter without notice. It was quite troublesome otherwise.

Hyeon stepped into the office room illumed by natural light. The boy hindered near the entrance. Fenrir raised a hand and gestured a finger to come closer.

The dýr nudged closer until he stood uncomfortably near the Norse god. His hair resting on his neck was moistened with sweat. Hyeon inspected the floor and maintained composure despite the obscene boner outline protruding from his pants. The warm heat permeated the stale air like a woman going spray-crazy with a perfume bottle.

The inner alpha held his head and tail up high with piercing eyes that directed at Hyeon. The dominant display demanded active submission.

*I want to break it,* the canine whispered.

Fenrir's intense amber gaze and forward wolf ears caused the human to squirm.

Slicing through the tense atmosphere, Fenrir asked in a deep tone, "What would you like to do?"

Hyeon didn't answer. Instead, his hands balled into fists.

"Well?" he questioned coldly.

"Y-you're the one who called me here, Master," finally meeting Fenrir's stare.

*Huu. Stubborn thing. He's been confident lately.*

"What is it you want to do?"

Hyeon shifted his attention to the somber forest view outside as his cheeks colored into a light pink shade.

"Touch...," the last half of the sentence was a mumbled jargon.

"I'm asking one more time. Speak up."

"PLEASE, can I masturbate on top of you?" Hyeon stated with a booming, flustered voice.

Fenrir almost choked on his spit and coughed once to cover up the fact. *Perhaps too confident.*

That was definitely not what he expected to hear. No one has ever brazenly requested to perform such an act on him.

*Don't let it do that!,* the hidden black wolf lashed out.

This time, he wanted to piss off his wolf with well-deserved karma.

"Alright," Fenrir allowed.

Hyeon approached until he was standing inches from Fenrir's knees. The servant's vulnerable state with the sweet aroma was almost too much. Fenrir's own hard-on throbbed, wanting another round of mating after countless years of celibacy.

Hyeon froze instead of continuing. "I-I don't know what to do next."

*Hmm.*

"Trousers."

After Hyeon removed his white butler gloves, he reached for his crotch area with shaky hands. The metal friction of the pants' zipper snicked open. Slinking his lean legs out of his slacks, the rustling fabric fell softly to the floor. His hands folded together in front of him shyly to cover up the wet spot on his briefs.

Slowly, Hyeon guided his underwear's waistband down his hips to join the abandoned pants. The wolf kept repeating about the pacing, *He's doing it deliberately!*

Besides his family, when was the last time another person made his wolf act out so...hostile?

"Don't forget mine."

As his neck and face turned into a tomato hue, Hyeon reached down until he was close enough that his light brown hair grazed Fenrir's face. Trying to pull down his pants, he helped the inexperienced intern by lifting his hips slightly so the black pants would slide off easier. His member was liberated.

"And what are you trying to make me do next?"

"Can you lean more against the couch, Master?" he urged.

Curious, Fenrir reclined far back into the couch pillows until he was nearly laying down. Hyeon carefully climbed forward until he straddled the wolf's thighs. He was struggling to get into a position while fidgeting his hips. In the middle of getting into place, the tip of the servant's dick brushed under Fenrir's testicles. It was a little to close for comfort near a certain place.

*Enough.*

Fenrir grabbed at Hyeon's waist to anchor him down and warningly scrutinized into those hazel green eyes.

"Did you really think you'd top me?

"N-no, Master," he said raggedly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

He nodded but his expression remained confused about the position. More ass wiggling ensued. It unintentionally deepened the wolf's excitement.

Master impatiently let out a small growl. He grasped the back of the dýr's head until their forehead rested against Fenrir's neck.

"Just move."

Hyeon's body finally took the lead. His lower half thrusted rhythmically back and forth. Hyeon's swelled dick rubbed against the other shaft. The dry humping pressure caused both to feel erotically tipsy, although Fenrir's poker face was much more successful to cover up the pleasure. His hands reached under the attendant's numerous shirt layers to feel their lower back.

As the small of Hyeon's spine arched while humping, the position and movement ultimately resembled penetration. To someone else, it could be easily misunderstood as to whom the top or bottom was.

And it REALLY bothered his dominant wolf.

It clanked against the chains. Rabid foam dripped from its muzzle. *Létta! Hví eru þú reisiligr með þessi? Ek munu—* (Stop! Why are you fine with this? I will—)

Losing its temper made him want to smirk.

As Hyeon concentrated on the lewd movement, Fenrir's body took advantage of the skin-on-skin contact to absorb the sál (soul). From a few small doses alone, the superior energy was already enough to suppress the wolf from manipulating him. Despite the suggestive pose, not even the canine couldn't decline the intoxicating essence. The dýr interns that he used for energy in the past couldn't hold a candle to this.

*What kind of animal does his blood have for it to be this pure?*

Hyeon's lap dance accelerated, suggesting the end was soon. Fenrir's fingers were feeling the slim but strong shoulder muscles contract at the quickened velocity.

To not scratch Hyeon's skin with his long nails, Fenrir carefully slid a hand between the space where their stomachs rubbed. He groped both of their dicks to add extra stroking.

"Ahh," Hyeon responded with incited moaning.

Fenrir wanted to finish. He icily muttered into the half-human's ear, "I'm ready to come. Don't you, as well?"

At the words, Hyeon groaned as his cock trembled with release. The whimpering was the final element of the equation for Fenrir to come, too. His rod stiffened as white liquid splurted on his grey shirt. His male odor from the testosterone discharge diminished the overpowering pheromones.

The servant remained dazed above him, panting into his exposed throat. Realizing that Hyeon could easily rip out the wolf deity's jugular if he was a traitor, Fenrir hastily sat up out of sudden panic. The last thing he needed was another repeat of the past.

He lifted Hyeon when he stood up and rashly placed him on the two-seated couch. The rough impact made him gasp an oof sound. His helpless condition made Fenrir's heart rate slow down and think to himself, Right. Such a person can't be my enemy.

Turning around, Master unbuttoned and threw away his dirtied shirt that was now stained with DNA from two people. When picking up his discarded pants to redress, he noted the silence from the other side of the window. The storm had waned during their little session.

"Master."

Hyeon laid in a fetal position. He cradled one of the couch's cushions to conceal the lower half of his face in embarrassment.

"Yes?"

"I, er, have a request. Please don't summon me so randomly. It has caused me some problems and it's not something I want others to know so..."

He waved his arm up to signal to stop talking. "Fine. As long as you give me what I require."

The halfling probably wasn't expecting him to agree so easily. "Oh, um, okay."

Fastening the last button, he mentioned, "When you feel well enough, you may take your leave."

Without another exchange of words, Fenrir retired to his undecorated bedroom and clicked the door behind him. Plopping himself on the bed's edge, he cradled his forehead in his hands and gave a big sigh of frustration as to why Hyeon Falken bothered him.

*Must be his ideal soul energy. It's the only thing I need from him. Nothing more.*