(Fenrir's POV) Unusually Obedient

(Fenrir's POV)

"My instincts tell me you're hard."

This brat is too troublesome.

Fenrir removed his hand from Hyeon's hair and grabbed his wrist. "Stop. Although tempting, there's a time and place for everything. You're too overstimulated and injured."

"And whose fault is that?"

Fenrir looked away, knowing full well who was responsible for Hyeon's overexcitement.

*He has a point,* his wolf whispered to him.

Hljóðr. (Shut up.)

"So shouldn't you take responsibility, Master?" Hyeon pressed, referring to the first time they had sex:

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Hyeon breathed heavily, "D-didn't I say you have to take responsibility for making me this way?"

"You're not in the right state of mind, and your pheromones are causing me to lose control. Let go," Fenrir replied warningly.

"No, I know you're a legendary god, but that doesn't mean you can leave me hanging so cruelly, F-Fenrir!" he said, forgetting to add on the royal formality title.

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The contrast between then and now was like night and day. Still, it made him excited. Fenrir sensed around the surrounding area to make sure there weren't any insignias nearby. Most of the servants were well away from the lake. Besides, it would be better to get it out of his system now instead of doing any real damage to the half-human later. He's been feeling very moody over the last few days. Fenrir could tell his occasional rut would come soon, thanks to the wolf side of him.

"It's too cold to do this. Follow me." Fenrir's inner animal was getting impatient. It also knew a rut was approaching, probably within a few weeks. Its irritability was reflecting on him.

When they began walking to the other end of the garden towards the toolshed, Hyeon was limping. It was obvious that he had accidentally broken or sprained his ankle. Too slow. Fenrir sighed and put his hands under Hyeon's armpits to lift him up.

"Wha—?" he said surprised. The powerful god heaved him over his shoulder. It was the least he could do after causing the injury.

"I can walk myself," Hyeon pouted.

*Always forgetting to call me Master when it counts,* he thought and ignored the protest.

When they arrived, rather than the toolshed being a small, shoddy structure, it resembled a tiny house made of red bricks and a grey tiled roof. It was a fitting storage unit for a castle.

Someone else was there, too. A bighorn sheep servant was turning the white door's handle to get inside the quaint shed. When he sensed someone approaching him, he turned around. Upon seeing Fenrir, the spirit's eyes grew wide and bowed. But, when he saw Hyeon over the god's shoulder, his facial expression became dark.

"Leave," Fenrir said strictly. The servant left without a word.

Inside, you'll find what you'd expect of a shed: sharp tools in the corner, large equipment under tarps, wood and bags of soil, etc. Sani brought everything from the human world. Before starting the program to rehabilitate demons, his land was just as scary and wild as the outside forest.

Once the door was closed, he climbed up the creaky stairs to the loft above. They stored hay up there. Fenrir put Hyeon down on the golden straw. Not the most comfortable place, but it was better than being outside in the open.

Hyeon clumsily stood up and eagerly went in for a kiss. Just centimeters away from their lips touching, Fenrir wrapped his hand around the back of Hyeon's neck to stop him from going any further.

The wolf wasn't in the mood for affection.

"Pleasure me," he demanded quietly, his breath tickling Hyeon's lips.

For some reason, Hyeon didn't object. He got on his knees and unbuttoned Fenrir's pants.

*Unusually obedient,* his animal noticed as well.

His monster cock sprung out and hit Hyeon's cheek. The momentary surprise was brief. Immediately, he nibbled on the side of Fenrir's shaft. His soft lips brushed against the skin. It was annoying in a teasing way. Fenrir growled, signifying to stop doing that. Hyeon got the message, so he wrapped his tongue around the dick's tip.

Hyeon looked up and made eye contact. His emerald-green eyes were energetic from being under the influence of his newly brutish side. Fenrir had realized before that his hazel eyes change colors depending on certain moods. The green hue only appeared when the dýr was aroused.

He licked around the engorged head like a lollipop.

It was so vulgar. Yet, Fenrir could feel a tiny drop of his pre-cum trickling out.

*Taste it more.*

Fenrir stuck a thumb into the corner of Hyeon's lips to open his jaw wider. He slowly glided his cock into Hyeon's mouth. It slightly hurt from teeth brushing against the skin. "Use your lips, not your teeth."

Hyeon complied and widened his jaw. Fenrir impulsively moved his hips back and forth to feel the warm wetness. Spit dropped to the floor. Sometimes, Fenrir went too deep and caused Hyeon to choke. His wolf was getting excited from the submission. The black beast pulled against the chains, wanting to take over. If this went on any longer, Fenrir was afraid it would succeed and hurt his little intern like the first time. He took his member out of Hyeon's mouth, who was slightly gasping for air.

"Roll over."

Hyeon did as he was told. When he was on his hands and knees, he asked, "On my stomach or—GASP!"

Fenrir didn't care to listen when he yanked down Hyeon's pants to uncover his ass. To lift it higher, he pushed down on Hyeon's upper back until his face was to the floor. This made it easier to see the exposed hole. Goosebumps covered Hyeon's skin from the cold air.

*Better.*

Without warning, Fenrir skimmed his warm tongue over the opening. It needed to be wet. He moved his rough-textured tongue in circles.

"Ah," the bottom exhaled and pushed his ass closer to Fenrir's face. When he stopped lapping at hole, Hyeon whimpered. Fenrir groaned. This was surely going to make his rut come earlier.

Since the entrance was slick, he inserted a finger to stretch it out. Hyeon involuntarily jumped from the foreign digit entering him. The inside was hot as he slipped it in and out. After licking his second finger, he dipped two in and twisted gently. He applied more spit.

*Almost.*

Fenrir's hips were already swaying, like a dog that just discovered its new humping pillow. It was shameful to show such a puppyish display, but it was difficult to stop.

"Master."

When Fenrir glanced down, Hyeon was flushed from masturbating himself. His cum soaked the hay below. "Please," he whispered. That was fast.

The begging made him finally fall over the edge. He grabbed his shaft and directed it at Hyeon's ass. The tip slowly glided through the slick rim. As the hole sucked in the large cock, Hyeon's spine arched like a defensive cat. Fenrir pushed on the curved back into a 'U' shape. His dick was fully inside. He pulled out and in tenderly to prevent any ripping.

"Shit," Hyeon moaned into the straw and tried to turn his head to look at Fenrir.

*I don't want to see your green eyes. Not right now.* So, he pounded into him harder. His balls were slapping against Hyeon's inner thighs.

"AHH," they moaned. Someone outside could definitely hear what was happening.

Fenrir wanted to mark him with his smell.

*Takhannr. Konsume hann (Take him, eat him),* his wolf snarled. It wanted to be released desperately. And it was winning.

*Nei! (No!)*

To get his chaotic animal under control, Fenrir did the only thing that could rein it in.

He began absorbing Hyeon's soul energy. It was way overdue.

Hyeon whimpered, "W-wait…This f-feeling…," He was back to his normal self. The dingo's persona subsided.

Fenrir sped up his pumping. The force kept inching Hyeon further away, so he grasped onto the bottom's hips to make him still. He breathed in more energy. Vitality coursed through him.

*Yes, this is what he was hired for.*

Finally, he doubled over Hyeon and released everything inside. He could smell his own semen mixing with the half-human's scent. It was satisfying. Fenrir pulled out, leaving every drop inside.

While Fenrir felt as strong as ever, Hyeon was weak from the session plus having a part of his soul energy sucked out. Amazingly, he was still awake.

He's much stronger than before.

After the adrenaline stopped, reality set in. Seeing him lay there after being used made Fenrir feel remorseful.

*Why am I like this?*

He attempted to carry him back to the castle, but Hyeon nodded 'no.'

"I got this. I'm fine."

Fenrir was unsure, so he helped him stand up. The ankle seemed to be almost healed but as for his backside…That was a different story.

They left the toolshed. It was almost lunchtime.

"Can I ask you a question?" Hyeon said.

"Hmm?"

"Can I try your soul energy in the future?"

Fenrir stopped. Fury rose in his chest. The request was way out of line. How dare he ask such a crazy thing! Everyone wanted something from him eventually whether it be his ability, connections to his damned family, the need to destroy someone's enemy, or his own death. Was everything too good to be true?

He seized the collar of Hyeon's sweatshirt and yanked him closer until they were eye to eye. Hyeon looked startled. The sky above rumbled. Winter lightning blazed in the background. Sleet pebbles fell.

*Traitor,* the wolf howled. *Deceiver. Why else would he ask?! Just kill him.*