Chapter 7

The snow hissed under Fenrir’s paws, each stride carrying us across the white expanse with the ease of a beast born in the snowy mountains. His back rolled with power beneath me, a living mountain of muscle and fur, his breath steaming in clouds as it billowed into the twilight air. My hands were sunk deep in his mane, gripping hard to keep from being thrown as he leapt over drifts and carved through icy plains. Every time he landed, the world shuddered under his weight.

Beside us ran Syliraethyne. I was testing out things to call her to hide her true name, and Syli slipped off my tongue, it sounded like ‘silly’. To my surprise, she had laughed, tail wagging, her eye gleaming as though the sound of it melted something inside her.

She bounded over the snow at Fenrir’s flank, her blue hair streaming behind her, her small breasts bouncing with every stride, her tail a bright banner whipping in the wind. She glanced at me often, lips curled into a grin, crimson eye alight, her pace so effortless she could tease me with every step.

We traveled like that for hours, the sun crawling low, the cold searing my cheeks and hands. The forest thinned, giving way to stretches of open tundra where the wind howled across endless snow. Fenrir never slowed, and Syli’s tenacity and stamina kept her ahead of him at all times, her body made for this land. The three of us became a single rhythm, the thunder of Fenrir’s paws, the sharp click of her claws, the ragged pull of my breath as I clung on.

First Day:

By nightfall, the wind was a knife. My skin was numb, my legs burning from gripping Fenrir’s ribs. Syli led us into a narrow cleft of rock where a cave opened, half covered with snow. She darted inside first, her tail vanishing in the dark, and moments later, firelight flickered from within. Fenrir padded forward, lowering his head so I could slide off, legs unsteady from the ride. The cave was frigid, but warm once she sparked the flames, the glow painting her pale skin gold.

She pressed close to me that night, curling under my arm, her tail coiling around my thigh as though claiming me. I felt her warmth seep into me as the storm screamed beyond the rocks. Fenrir lay at the entrance, a white sentinel, his eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Syli whispered quietly before we slept, telling me how she was told that her mother had once hidden here during a hunt.

I decided it would be a good time to try out her true name for something other than a kiss.

“Syliraethyne,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding, the full sound of her true name filling the cave like a spell.

She gasped, her entire body going still, her eye wide and shining, breath catching in her throat. The magic of the name settled over her like a collar, her submission absolute and perfect in that moment.

“On your knees,” I said, the words carrying the weight of absolute command.

She obeyed instantly, sliding off my lap to kneel, her thighs spreading, her tail curling behind her in a nervous, hopeful wag. Her eyes never left mine, her hands resting lightly on her bare thighs, the line of her body trembling with need. In the golden light, she looked wild and beautiful.

“Open your mouth,” I said, my cock already hardening at the sight of her as I stood up.

Her lips parted without hesitation, tongue flicking out in anticipation. Her crimson eye was half-lidded, her breath quick, her cheeks flushed. I reached down, stroking her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin.

“Good girl, Syliraethyne. Now show me how much you worship my cock.”

She leaned forward, her tongue brushing the tip of my shaft, her lips wrapping around me, warm and wet. She sucked softly at first, her eyes flickering up to meet mine, searching for approval. I groaned, letting my hand tangle in her blue hair, guiding her as she took me deeper, her throat working, her mouth eager and obedient.

The sound of the outside world faded, replaced by the quiet, desperate noises of her sucking, the soft whimpers she made each time I praised her. I held her head, rocking gently, not forcing her, just guiding, letting her worship at her own pace, her tongue swirling, her lips gliding along my shaft.

I watched her, enthralled by her submission, by the power her name gave me, by the way her body responded to every word. She moaned around my cock, her hands clutching my thighs, her entire being focused on pleasuring me.

Fenrir watched too, his eyes glowing in the dark, his great jaws parted, breath steaming the air. He seemed enraptured by the sight of her sucking me off, a low growl building in his chest, his paws flexing.

She sucked and licked, her tail lashing, her tongue tracing every inch of my cock, and I groaned as she swallowed me whole, her lips reaching the base, her nose pressed into my stomach. She whimpered, looking up at me, her crimson eye gleaming, her throat pulsing around the head of my cock.

It was all too much, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

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“I’m going to cum,” I whispered, and her ears pricked, her eye bright.

She sucked harder, her hands sliding up to stroke the base of my shaft, her tongue writhing against the underside. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips sliding along my cock, and her throat worked around the head.

I groaned and came, my cock erupting in her mouth, spilling hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, her tongue dancing along the underside, her eyes never leaving mine. She took every drop, her body quivering with need, and when the last drop had spilled onto her tongue, she licked me clean, her eyes gleaming with adoration.

“Good girl, Syliraethyne,” I whispered, stroking her hair, and she nuzzled into the touch, her ear flicking, her tail wagging.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice raw and husky.

“What do I say now ... Uh ... Be yourself?”

She blinked, as if waking from a deep dream, the trance of her true name slowly loosening its grip. The wild gleam in her crimson eye softened, her tongue flicking over her lips as she sat back on her heels, breathing hard, tasting the lingering salt of my seed. A flush lingered on her cheeks and neck, but she was grinning, a little dazed, a little proud, and so, so happy. She tilted her head, her blue hair falling over her shoulder.

“That was ... fun,” she said, her voice low and rough, but sweet with satisfaction. Her tail danced against the stone, and she leaned forward to rest her forehead on my thigh, her ears drooping in contentment. “I like it when you use my name. It feels ... right. Like I’m where I belong.”

I smiled, running my fingers gently through her hair, letting the last tremors of the moment settle into warmth between us. I lay down and she crawled back up beside me, curling into my side, her naked body pressed close, her tail wrapping possessively around my leg.