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Horangi thought that the day had started out great. As usual, the morning had begun with a cup of tea, some rice and kimchi soup, he had finally managed to convince Hutch to buy him the ice cream he really liked after the man caved to his incessant begging. It was supposed to be a wonderful weekend that he could spend lounging around the common room all day, maybe reading that book he'd had his eyes on for a while, maybe playing a few rounds of poker with Roze (and maybe finally coming out victorious for once). The plan, however, was interrupted just before he even left his room. To his begrudging disappointment, when he opened his door, Conor was standing right there in the man's standard issued uniform. The bastard definitely didn't stop by just to say hi, otherwise he would have come empty handed. Instead, Conor was clutching a bulky pile of documents that undoubtedly would be entrusted to none other than Kim "Horangi" Hongjin.
"Tch. It's the weekend," Horangi moved away so Conor could enter his room. "And I've just returned from a VERY gruesome operation yesterday. Do I really have to take this?"
"Well, there's nobody more capable than you, so," the other man shrugged.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Conor," he stuck out his tongue in protest while the files were placed on his desk. "This better worth ten times my usual pay. What's so bad about this that you need me of all people to take care of it?"
Conor signalled him over so they could assess the documents together. As soon as his eyes landed on the papers, he noticed the small picture at the left corner of the first page. A muzzled man with his face covered by a piece of ragged cloth over his head and a heavy metal chain around his neck. Nothing could be seen except for the eyes glaring a death stare straight into the camera, a bright silver that seemingly glowed despite the picture's poor quality. Oh… A Lycan…
"This is König," Conor introduced. "KorTac's newly transferred specimen. He was with the SpecGru previously but their hands are already tied with problems of their own so he's to be entrusted to us. Well," he glanced at Horangi then, "to you, to be exact."
"And what? You want me to train him?"
"You've always had talents in this aspect, have you not? I trust you'll handle this just fine. He'll be arriving in a few days. Best to have a look at what you'll be dealing with."
Soon, Horangi was then left alone to study the files that were no less thicker than a phone book of a capital city. Most of the documents were numerous reports of insubordination, which resulted in many unfortunate casualties. Nobody was able to subdue the Lycan beast even when he was in his human form, and anaesthetic took too long to work before everything was reduced to wreckage. A rampant uncontrollable mutt, a dog obsessed with violence and carnage. Powerful, yet untamed. At first, Horangi wasn't overly fond of the beast, thinking König was nothing more than yet another dog he was ordered to train, but little did he know how things would turn out.
When the helicopter came with the "packages" several days later, Horangi actually intended to sneak away from his newly arrived "assignment", but Conor dragged him to the landing zone by his shirt collar before he even had the chance to hide. Standing there with a low grumble and a scowl on his face, it was evident that he was disinterested in this mission. According to prior reports, the Lycan was sedated with a special anaesthesia which was synthesised exclusively for him to ensure a safe transportation process. His cage was also reinforced with silver which, to the surprise of nobody, had little more effects than weakening his powers. It was said that he was a hybrid, hence making him more powerful than a regular Lycan. Whatever that meant. They weren't allowed to see the beast at the time, forced to take care of the paperwork first while his cage was transferred to the designated area, an isolated multilayered prison that even a fully grown dragon couldn't break free from. The place would also become Horangi's temporary accommodation as he carried out his mission. Just fucking dandy…
After all the convoluted procedures, Horangi finally had the chance to formally greet the beast under his wing, who was still sleeping due to the anaesthesia's influence. With a sigh, he looked around and just sat on the floor to observe the surroundings while waiting for König to wake up. There was nothing but concrete walls confining them, even the little space they had in here seemed so vast given its emptiness. They were alone in here, with nothing to protect Horangi in case of König becoming rampant, but such a thing wasn't needed.
"How long have you been awake, I wonder,” Horangi asked after a while, a bit amused by the giant wolf's tail flinching at his question. "You've had many opportunities to break out and escape, but you didn't. Why?"
"…"
As expected, the beast didn't answer him.
"In case they haven't briefed you about me yet, I'm Horangi," he introduced himself. "You've been assigned to me and will be working under my wings from now on. Let's get along well, König."
At the mention of both their names, the wolf finally lifted his head and looked at the man sitting there with him, eyes glinting with evident aversion and hostility. Ah… young gods… filled with pride and arrogance, yet blissful of the world in which they resided, believing that they alone could conquer all. Still, there was beauty in such corrupted innocence, one that wouldn't be appreciated right away, but captivating in its own way nonetheless.
After a while, König finally looked away, seemingly uninterested in getting to know more about his new trainer, and Horangi couldn't help but chuckle at the dismissive attitude. The beast probably thought he was a mere human sent here to make him submit with razor sharp whips or a shock collar. From the reports, Horangi knew that previous places had been less than kind to the Lycan, some even applying torture techniques with the excuse that "He'd heal". Bunch of ignorant savages they were. No wonder König developed a tendency for insubordination. Nothing good could come from those useless treatments, especially towards an existence like that of this beast.
König's eyes were blown wide open with utter shock as the other man stood up and… slowly made his way towards him despite the lack of protective barrier between them. The sound of his shoe soles hitting the concrete floor echoed in the empty room, closing the little distance they had. Without so much as a second thought, he lunged at the man, wanting nothing more than to tear him limb from limb and dye this cage red. To his surprise, Horangi swiftly hopped on his back, a firm hand around the back of his neck while the silver chains were removed, falling to the floor with a loud 'clank'. This man… Had he any idea what he was doing? While König was still baffled by the other's decision to get rid of the shackles, Horangi had gracefully once again landed on his feet in front of him, before he could even blink. How the hell was he so fast?? Lycans were infamous for their deadly speed and strength, but this man here had just overwhelmed him in a mere millisecond.
"Even if they didn't brief you about me, or if you didn't bother reading about me," Horangi spoke up, voice ever so calm and unfazed, "did you really believe they'd task you to a mere mortal?"
"What are you?" he asked then, a growl seeping out along his exposed fangs.
"I already told you. I'm Horangi."
"I didn't ask for your name. I ask what you are."
For a short moment, there was nothing but silence suffocating them with tension. Horangi stood there with hands behind his back, as though in front of him wasn't a Lycan who could tear a mortal to shreds with its sharp claws, but a giant pup bearing its newly grown fangs.
"Well, first," Horangi pointed at the other, "I'd like to talk to someone who, at the very least, looks like a human. Can you do that for me?"
"…"
"Please?"
It took a while, but the wolf's cautious stance became more relaxed, his fangs no longer baring and his claws retreated. Soon, standing before him was no longer a monster, but a man with a hood covering his entire face, sparing his eyes, just like the pictures in the documents. Even like this… König was still… really big… At least a head taller than him even though he was no short man either. So the Lycan was a trouble no matter what form he took, huh?
"What are you?" König asked again.
"Isn't it common courtesy to introduce yourself before demanding the same from other parties?" Horangi tilted his head and smiled despite the mask and sunglasses hiding away his face.
"What the fuck are you?"
König's patience quickly ran thin. He had abided by the ridiculous demand and transformed back into his human self, so why couldn't this man just answer his fucking question already? At the time, there was nothing he wanted more than to rip that smile off Horangi's face. How dare he disrespectㅡ
"Son of Fenrir," the man called, still calm and collected as ever, "I expected better manners from you."
"Tch!"
Provoked by Horangi's words, he lunged forward again, wanting to showcase the strength of his fangs and claws even in his human form that surely could still rip a mortal in half. This time, he foresaw the other man jumping to evade his attack, so he was able to grab onto an ankle and immediately forced Horangi to face him head on. Despite being thrown to the floor with enough force to leave a crack, Horangi's face still remained expressionless, as though he was not at all hurt by it. It angered König to see that the man seemed so dismissive, a slight frown on his face when he saw the wrinkles on his clothes because of the Lycan's rough handling. The beast couldn't decipher what was going on in that man's head, or what he really was to withstand all that should have killed him. No matter the growls and snarls before his eyes, the man was unfazed.
"Are you done?" Horangi asked while dusting away the stain on his shoulders after the feral noises stopped. "I hope you enjoyed releasing your stress on me earlier, because that's the last time I'll ever allow you to behave so poorly."
"What the fuck are you—"
The question wasn't granted the chance to be uttered in full when Horangi's ankles easily slipped from his grasp and, in a blink of an eye, he was wrestled to the floor. His face pressed against the wreckage he caused as a hand was once again pressed against his nape, pushing him down. Regardless of how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the shackles that were Horangi's elegant hands. They looked so small, so thin, and yet hid a strength that far exceeded that of the silver chains. Just what the fuck is this guy?? From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Horangi's face despite the mask and sunglasses, with tiger stripes crawling out from the corner or his forehead as one of his eyes had shifted to that with a slitted pupil. The eye of a tiger.
"I will say it once, and I expect you to remember, König," the man said, voice unfazed. "Before you is the Avatar of Mount Taebaek, Horangi. From now on, I will be your trainer. Got it?"
Avatar… of Mount…
No wonder. Horangi was a fucking mountain's avatar! The power of a Lycan, no matter how strong, could never rival that of a being several tiers above his, even when he was Son of Fenrir. He had heard of stories before, of sacred lands or rivers manifesting into spiritual entities that possessed great power, cultivating their strength through an avatar. Those avatars, blessed by the place where they connected, held extraordinary power almost unfathomable to mortals. And one of those avatars was now there before him, keeping him in place under a grip as firm and as unmoving as a mountain…
"Manners aside, you're sloppy, König," Horangi continued to comment. "Of course. Now it's all clear why they put us together."
"!!"
The lycan couldn't see it, but Horangi had an annoyed smile hidden under the mask. When Conor tasked him with managing that beast, he didn't know what to expect, but soon the reason became clear to him. Strong as he was, the Lycan didn't have even the most basic combat skills, only madly charging like a battering ram with foam around his mouth in a pathetic hope to overwhelm his opponent. That might have worked with inexperienced rookies, but not with an elite soldier like Horangi. And König, enraged by his words, once again thrashed under his firm hold in a futile attempt to free himself, not caring that it was impossible to escape the grasp of a mountain. The room was filled with sounds of angry snarls and growls of a furious mutt, echoing against the walls of the narrow room.
“Stay the fuck down,” he grumbled through gritted teeth, hand pulling on the leash that, unbeknownst to König, had materialised and replaced the metal chain. “Don't piss me off.”
The Lycan glared at him with unfiltered defiance despite the unmovable weight on his back, unwilling to submit. His ragged breath dampened the hood covering his face. Stubborn as he was, he failed to break free of the collar around his neck and the hands pinning him down.
“The more you listen, the sooner your training ends,” Horangi remarked calmly despite his chest heaving up and down constantly. “Be a good dog and calm down.”
For an ephemeral moment, their eyes met, furious sharp silver clashing against that of a bright gold which had shifted from obsidian black. It was then that an indecipherable light glinted in the Lycan's pupils, something akin to surprise, maybe curiosity. The struggling didn't stop, neither was the incoherent growling, but something told Horangi that those attempts weren't so he could break free anymore. Well, that mattered not. His task was to subdue the dog, and that was exactly what he intended to do.
"König, stay down."
"Ugh— F-Fuck!"
The leash around his neck was pulled on once more, for some reason stronger and sturdier than any type of silver chains that had been used on him so far. Was this also because of Horangi's power as a mount's avatar? Could this leash be infused with some kind of ancient magic that—
Oh.
Oh no…
"Ha… Horangi…"
"… Huh?" The man was taken aback by König's voice, no longer grunting with anger but with… frustration? Then, in a blink of an eye, the room was drowned in a strange scent, not exactly unpleasant, but peculiar nonetheless. It only took a second for Horangi to figure out what was happening.
"You're in rut??"
Upon realising it, Horangi immediately got off the Lycan and put some distance between them. Well, suffice to say, he didn't anticipate the situation would go this way. The training session was put to a halt post haste with Horangi trying to figure out what should be done next while König was struggling not to be swallowed by insanity. Per information provided by SpecGru, there weren't many mentions of rut, because, well, it didn't happen during the one year time he spent there. It was just Horangi's ill luck that made him stuck in this "unfortunate" situation. Fuck…
"Ha… Horangi…" the Lycan clung to his legs then, voice several octaves lower from having his mind invaded by lust. "Help me… Help me…"
"What are you doin—"
The question abruptly paused when Horangi noticed what kind of… action was being done to the legs that König was holding onto. The Lycan's hands were trembling as his foot was lifted up and guided towards König's crotch, his soles digging down on the bulge growing in the other man's pants. König seemed so happy with the bit of pressure attained from Horangi's foot, hips already shaking back and forth like a mannerless mutt. Meanwhile, Horangi didn't even know how to react, nevermind how to deal with the situation at hand. Should he indulge in the Lycan's wishes or disregard it? Could he… take advantage of this? Maybe use sex as a bargain so König would behave better… That sounded so despicable! But…
"You want my help?" he asked, foot pressing down on the Lycan's clothed cock more. A strange joy bloomed in his chest upon hearing the barely held back whimpers and feeling the man shudder against his leg.
"Please…"
"If you want my help, you have to be a good dog, König."
"I'll be a good dog… I promise…" König murmured while searching for more of that wonderful friction from his trainer's foot, relishing in the weight pressing down in his half hard cock. Fuck… That felt so good! None of his previous rut had ever been this intense before. Could it be that… Horangi was his mate?
Too entranced in the newfound sensation, he couldn't predict the hand that came and grabbed him by the back of his head before he was pulled away from the leg in his arms. Horangi didn't use enough force to separate them entirely, however, only so he could get a better look at the Lycan's already lust-drunk face. Well, the hood covered most of his head, but there was no hiding those dazed eyes that had been dyed in the colour of sensual thirst. A hunger that couldn't be quelled with but these mere child plays. Horangi's interest was piqued when he saw that the dog was still shaking his hips in search of pressure from the foot which hadn't been removed from his crotch just yet. Certainly, the rut clouded mind could no longer think of anything but the sweet release of ejaculation.
"Tch! You really are such an insolent mutt!"
König wasn't granted the chance to process what he could vaguely register as a scold before the foot between his legs moved up his chest and kicked him away. No sooner did he let out a growl than his trainer climbed atop of him, beautiful slender legs straddling both sides of his hips as another weight was pressed on his aching cock. He held onto Horangi's arms for anchor while the man readjusted their position, their lower regions rubbing against each other making his breath hitch from anticipation. He was acting like an ill mannered dog, but he didn't give a fuck as long as their bodies could touch more, could press against each other more, could share the warmth of having direct skin contact.
In a suave manner, as he had always been, Horangi discarded his shirt and tossed it to the side with little care, letting the Lycan have full view of his naked upper body. Immediately, he could feel König's hands roaming all over his skin, leaving behind trails of something felt akin to burning everywhere they touched. From the elegant neck to the soft supple chest, from the toned stomach to the cinched hips, from the shoulder blades to the lower back. Beneath this graceful calm was the unimaginable power of a Mount's Avatar, a divinity that the Lycan couldn't even fully comprehend, nevermind rival against. His brute force would have no use against this man, and the thought excited him somehow. Humans were weak, fickle, a bunch of impotent cowards whose only method of subduing the Son of Fenrir was either torture devices or unorthodox drugs. Oh how he despised humans with their dirty tricks and cheats. Beings that were utterly below him and Horangi.
The piece of cloth that had always provided him with a sense of security now became such a bother, obstructing his ventilation and limiting his view. Not enough to suffocate him, but enough to be such an annoyance that he just couldn't ignore. With a swift movement, he did something that he never thought he'd do in front of another person - removing the hood draping over his head. Horangi seemed surprised by the action, but didn't have much time to ponder it over when he was pulled into a kiss, a kiss that was nullified by his mask.
"Gugh! Ha… Horangi…" König grumbled when he was pulled away by the back of his head again, as though a misbehaving mutt.
"Don't do anything without permission, dog."
The Lycan let out a sound almost tantamount to a sulk, as though discontent from not being allowed a kiss, but the initial annoyed feeling faded away when he realised he was being… observed. König's hair was in a deep shade of dirty blond, a haphazard mess, uncombed and neglected, because no one had been brave enough to provide that kind of care to him, because he was a dangerous beast. His face was covered in scars, with one particularly massive cut that spanned from his forehead across the nose to his left cheek, a burned scar on the right side of his face that left a part of his lips disfigured. Even those unsightly marks hadn't succeeded in making the Lycan look any less… handsome. The silvery glow in his eyes was vibrant, almost blinding despite the room's more than sufficient lighting. Truly… a remarkable beast~
That remarkable beast, however, for the first time in his life, felt a tinge of shame when he realised he was being put under a microscope, but it wasn't the same as the scrutinising stares he had been used to. No. Horangi's gaze wasn't condescending, wasn't filled with hatred or disgust. Instead, it was almost akin to a curious cat pawing at what it had yet to understand. And… it wasn't as unpleasant as he thought. Still, he didn't like the current situation, because he was the only one showing his face so far.
"Let me see your face," König demanded, arms tightening around the other man's waist.
"Tch. What did I say about manners, hmm?"
He could vaguely recall Horangi had said two things. One, if he wanted help, he had to be a good dog. And two, don't do anything without permission. What would a good dog do…?
"… Let me see your face, please?"
The words were whispered in between soft murmurs as König's hands travelled down the trainer's body, closing the already nonexistent distance between them and letting their crotch squeeze against each other. Even though the action was benignly simple, no different from a mutt humping its owner's legs, it still pleased Horangi enough that the man finally took off his mask and sunglasses.
Oh.
Oh…
Horangi was… beautiful…
His eyes were not so different from that of König's, a vibrant gold that even the sunglasses couldn't hide. They glimmered like breathtaking amber gems in sunlight. There were stripes gradually spreading all over his face and torso, a stark indicator of his connection to the spirit of Mount Taebaek. In contrast to his initial belief, Horangi had gentle and elegant features, not at all like what he had imagined. The Lycan had thought his trainer would be a gruff man whose face was filled with scars and whose hands were rough with callouses. Well, Horangi had scars, just like him, but those scars looked… more tender, somehow. König let his hand trace along the cut on the other man's eyebrows, grazing by the unhealed stitches on his nose from the previous mission. He realised then, that Horangi wasn't… invincible.
"Tch. Don't touch without permission," the man grumbled, fingers prodding in König's open mouth and toying with the Lycan's tongue. To his surprise, König had become so much more cooperative then, more… behaved… but he quickly realised it was because the man was relishing in the newfound taste.
König's tongue was soft and slippery as it swirled around the slender digits, coating them in saliva. His eyes seemed dazed as he stared at his trainer, clouded by lust, by the primal desire to mark, to claim what was his. How laughable… In the end, even the Son of Fenrir was but a mindless beast when in rut. It would be so easy to take advantage of this… then again, Horangi had never prided himself to be anything but despicable.
"Horangi… Horangi…" The Lycan pulled him closer once again, hand resting high near his ass and squeezing, a gesture that would have earned him a scolding, but instead, Horangi retrieved the fingers in his mouth and, in front of his eyes, licked those soaked digits.
"Crude fiend," he smiled. "Watch and learn."
The pants, together with his underwear, were discarded as Horangi shoved a wet finger in his ass, wincing at the tightness that seemed capable of ripping off his flesh. At first, he could only grumble due to the struggle of preparing himself, and König was of no help clinging onto him like a lost deer, abandoning the pride that the Son of Fenrir should have only to whine no more than a fucking dog. That sight, however, wasn't so bad… He liked seeing the Lycan reduced to a whimpering mess, not knowing what to do, yet desperate for more regardless.
"Ha… ha… ngh— ugh…"
Under his ministration, the tight passageway loosened up gradually, softening while drenched in saliva, König's saliva. His moans echoed in the confined walls of the room that was the Lycan's prison, swallowing them in the bliss of lust. Regardless of how hard he tried, he still couldn't reach further, and frustration slowly began to creep in.
"I wanna help…" König muttered. "Let me help, Horangi…"
He let go of his pride and begged the man in his lap, chest overflowing with a carnal desire that no friction could quell, no touches could soothe. His fingers rubbed around the stretched rim impatiently as he waited for permission to provide "assistance" while admiring the sight before him. Horangi was beautiful like a painting, each stroke done with care, each colour painted with passion. Sweat glistened in the prison's dim light as it streamed along the man's forehead, following the curve of his chest muscles, and down his elegant neck. A seductive flush all over his body, as if luring the Lycan into for a feast. Fuck… had rut really clouded his rationality to the point of no return for him to think like this about a man whose power he should fear instead of admire?
Horangi's fingers were still persistently going in and out of himself, but he lowered his head and connected their lips while guiding König's hand to replace his. The Lycan was crude and inexperienced, only pushing in with no purpose nor skills, but his hips still buckled upon feeling the tip of those fingers reaching deeper than he ever could. He swayed his body more, chasing after pleasure despite the beast's clumsy attempts.
"That's it…" his words melted in between their kiss. "Use more force. Don't just ram your fingers in me, try to— ugh… ha… That's it… Such a good dog~"
"Like this?" König asked, gripping the other man's waist tighter as he found the softest place. "Am I doing good? I'm doing good, right? Horangi, praise me more… tell me that I did good…"
"Ngh— ah… ha…"
Those wanton moans were all the praise that he wanted to hear, as he continued the prep work following Horangi's instructions. He couldn't help but feel a little dizzy when registering the tight muscles clenching down on his fingers, yet so soft and so wet, just begging to provide service to a real cock. The ache on his lower abdomen was starting to become uncomfortable, so he pleaded with the trainer to take care of him.
"Horangi… Let me put it in… I wanna fuck you…"
"Tch. So impatient," the man commented with a chuckle. "Pay attention, and watch, König."
Despite the confident statement, Horangi struggled to lower himself on König's aching cock. His well prepared entrance was stretched thin around the fat tip, and he was already scowling from how the girth seemed to tear him apart. Fuck… the Lycan's size was absurd… No humans could handle this without breaking. Well, Horangi was no mere mortal, however. After a few fruitless attempts to proceed, the trainer chanted something under his breath, which made the tiger stripes spread further on his body. Fangs could be seen growing longer in his slightly agape mouth and both his eyes had now turned amber. It was evident that Horangi was readjusting his body to accommodate König. The tight muscles seemed to melt around the length as Horangi continued to push himself down on the cock inside him, little by little. Fuck… Even with that kind of assistance, it was still no easy feat…
At long last, Horangi could finally sigh in satisfaction upon feeling König's pelvis pressing against his bare ass, despite the uncomfortable strain. He let the heat permeate between their bodies, as they both struggle to calm themselves amidst the overwhelming sensations. Horangi could feel his body contorting out of its normal state under the incantation to avoid being broken, because that thing's monstrous size probably would have tore him anew had it not been for this spell.
"Horangi…" the Lycan whimpered under him, eyes straining on the belly bulge in front of his eyes, a clear indication of the carnage he was wrecking in the other man's body. "I can see my cock reaching all the way here inside you…"
"D-Don't do tha— ngh…"
The scold didn't get the chance to come out in full before it melted into a sweet whine when Horangi shuddered from having König's cock pulsating against his sensitive muscles. That monstrous thing could reach places that he never thought was possible, and the sensation only exacerbated with the Lycan's hand pressing on the bump on his stomach. It appeared and went away with each and every thrust, reducing the trainer into a whimpering mess to König's twisted joy. He loved that he could see how Horangi was gradually losing himself to the pleasure that had never been known before, as overwhelming as it was intoxicating. His mouth then latched onto the man's chest, licking and sucking till beautiful red marks appeared scattering on the fair skin. Horangi's wanton moans and the soft insides tightening around his cock were signs that he had found a sensitive place~
Meanwhile, Horangi, strong as he had been, tough as his words were, could only cling to the mutt in between his arms as König rammed into him with no mercy, as though the Lycan was a dog in heat. Heh… not that it'd be false, but the irony was quite hilarious. He would have laughed had König not immediately thrusted harder and faster as he trembled in the man's embrace, unable to form a coherent thought. Fuck… even breathing seemed so much like a chore right now… and to think he so arrogantly thought he could lead…
"Ah!" Horangi let out a surprised yelp when the skin on his neck broke, and he could feel the Lycan's tongue greedily relishing in the taste of blood. "Tch! I thought I taught you better, mutt!"
"Sorry," König responded with a chuckle. "You're just too delicious~"
He anticipated it upon seeing the annoyed expression on Horangi's face, but he couldn't react fast enough before one of the man's hands wrapped around his neck and pushed him to the floor. Fuck! The tinge of pain shouldn't have turned him on the way it did but his rut clouded mind was enjoying this way too much! Before he could reach out to the trainer, his hands were bound by the same leash around his neck and held above his head. From this angle, he had a clear and full view of Horangi's body, the way his skin flushed, the bump on his stomach, and the stretched entrance swallowing his cock in whole. He was mesmerised… as though lured by nymphs of the forest into a darker path, yet his footsteps continued regardless despite knowing the trap laid ahead.
"An insolent mutt needs to be punished, König."
Helplessly, the Lycan could only watch as Horangi moved at a pace so slow it was torturous. He didn't care about the beast's desperate growls or aggravated eyes, simply watching from above how König gradually lost himself to frustration when he wasn't allowed to move freely. It was quite amusing to watch the Son of Fenrir struggle beneath him, between his legs, akin to a hound yet to be tamed by its master's cruel yet tender hands.
Even though his vision started to blur from the effects of rut, König still kept his eyes strained on the man sitting atop of him, as his cock was used like he was but a toy… He shouldn't have found the idea to be so exhilarating, yet he did! And that excitement flew straight to where they were connected, pulsating between the soft muscles of Horangi's insides eagerly. There should have been some sense of embarrassment, even if merely fleeting, but König's mind was clouded by lust, by the desire to chase after pleasure in this man. Pride and logic be damned! He wanted to close the gap between their bodies, yet was hindered by Horangi's restraints. Even the Son of Fenrir was no match for an entity as powerful as a mountain.
"I wanna have you," he begged, like a pathetic dog desperate for release. "Please let me have you, Horangi."
"Be a good mutt, König," Horangi lowered himself then. Their lips were mere scant centimetres away from touching. "Be a good mutt, and I'll reward you, yes?"
"I'll be good… I'll be good for you, Horangi…"
"What should a good boy do to please his master?"
This time, König understood his mission despite the order not being verbally spoken. He stuck his tongue out, willingly offering himself to the other man. A content smile finally appeared on Horangi's face as he let their lips connect at long last, so their tongues could slide against each other until saliva suffocated them both. Amidst the passionate kiss, König felt a tinge of pain in his mouth, a pain that he didn't resist, but embraced. Soon when they parted ways, Horangi kept König's mouth in place so he could observe the red mark burning on the Lycan's tongue. An insignia, and the proof of their contract. With this, they'd bonded.
As soon as he was granted freedom due to abiding by his master's orders, König surged up and quickly pinned the other man to the floor, reversing their positions. Now, he was on top, and he could do whatever he wanted. His hands quickly grabbed onto Horangi's slender waist and thrusted with reckless abandon as he stared at the bump bulging up on his trainer's lower abdomen each time he pushed in, mesmerised by the man's dishevelled look under him. Horangi's back would arch into a beautiful curve whenever he was fully seated inside, then whine like a helpless yet spoiled maiden when he pulled out, only to melt the moment he rammed back in. Such a lovely sight… When his eyes travelled lower, he stopped at where they were connected, staring at the stretched out entrance glistening with spit and red from friction. A dark thought invaded his mind, of ruining this man before him, even if he were the weaker one between them, even if all of this was only happening because Horangi had allowed it. And König? König was but a mere undisciplined hound mindlessly rutting in his master, seeking comfort, seeking release.
Still… to be beneath this man, to be under his mercy, wasn't so bad, he had thought.
Like a man drowned at sea, König pressed his lips against those of his master's, kissing as though he could only breathe the air granted to him by Horangi. With the other man's permission, his tongue prodded inside as he was allowed to relish in the taste tantamount to heaven. When they parted ways at long last, a string of saliva could be seen hanging between their lips. The effects of rut started to make König feel overwhelmed, as he felt his long awaited orgasm nearing. Pulling away from those lips, he lowered his head and latched onto the red nubs on the man's chest and sucked, as though such childish actions could earn him any milk.
From that angle, all that Horangi could see was the top of the Lycan's head, hair a ruffled mess, yet somehow, strangely endearing… Perhaps the beast, starved of all the basic things that should have been rightfully his, had begun to yearn, longing to be cherished, to be treated with care instead of cruelty, to be embraced instead of tortured. Horangi placed a gentle kiss on the messy hair atop of König's head, maybe a bit of indulgence, or maybe a bit of amusement. The Lycan didn't seem to notice it, because he was still too busy groping Horangi's chest and biting down on the puffy red nubs in his mouth while rutting like a dog. As Horangi got used to the sensation, he as well began to relish in the strain down there. The stretch was no longer painful when friction distracted him with pleasure, and König was able to reach places he never thought possible in him. He could feel the tip of that cock brutally pressing against his prostate each time it was pushed to the brim, and he couldn't help but clench down on something that should have been an obtrusive invasion.
"Horangi… Horang— ugh… I'm close…" König's voice was low, as though a growl. "Let me mark you… Let me claim you… Please…"
Such an umbrageous demand, and yet, Horangi didn't want to repudiate it. Instead of being met with disapproval, König felt his chest contorting in joy upon receiving the wordless permission to do as he pleased. The Lycan thrusted with reckless abandon in search of pleasure in his trainer's body, hips stuttering when his semen finally spilled inside. Both of them tried to catch their breaths from the turmoil while Horangi shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his walls of muscles clamping down on the beast's cock. He could only thank the gods at least there wasn't a knot, because that would have been a lot more handful, even for him. When König pulled away, Horangi couldn't bite back the weak whimpers falling from his lips as he was made abundantly clear of what had just happened.
There was a thick trail of cum oozing from his abused hole, staining milky inner thighs in white and standing out stark against the entrance reddened by friction. Horangi struggled to handle the sensation when each minute movement caused the semen inside to overflow, hot enough to melt even lava. Before he could utter a word of complaint, the Lycan had already fallen forward in his arms, face buried in his chest.
"Horangi…" König's voice was gentler this time, as if pleading for salvation. "Horangi Horangi Horangi…"
His name was repeated like a mantra, like a prayer casted out to the dark of the night not knowing it'd ever be heeded. The mighty Son of Fenrir was there between his sore legs, begging for affection.
"Stay with me," the words could finally be heard after a while. "Stay…"
Despite being the big man that he was, König acted as though he was merely a wounded puppy, constantly rubbing his face in the trainer's chest, a surreptitious demand to be pampered, to be taken care of. For but a moment, König wasn't the Son of the All Powerful Fenrir, just a man longing for a tender caress from someone he could call a companion, even if that was his trainer. Horangi faltered at how fragile this beast seemed in his arms, so he pulled them into an embrace, hand combing through the ruffled hair and stroking down his back.
"There there," he whispered. "I'm here for you, König. I'm here."
They drifted to sleep thoughtlessly in each other's arms, in the cage that was meant to keep the Lycan bound, yet König had never felt such warmth in his entire life.
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The effects of rut could immediately be felt when König opened his eyes again. His entire body was sore from yesterday's sex, an obnoxious headache splitting his skull in half, but… a pleasant weight on his chest. Horangi was sound asleep in his arms, with his chest rising up and down against that of the Lycan's. It was peaceful like this. So much better than waking up to the cold morning air and men shouting at him. He hated humans, despised those weak creatures thinking they could dominate the unknown with their arrogance, but Horangi… No. Horangi wasn't entirely human. Despite his appearance, the man sleeping peacefully in his arms possessed the strength of a sacred mountain, a power that he couldn't even comprehend nevermind having any chance to fight against.
Horangi looked so fragile like this… defenceless…
If he were to attack now, this "trainer" probably wouldn't be able to fend for himself…
The thought was captivating, but König decided against testing his luck and risking his life. Horangi shifted in his sleep then, clinging onto the blazing heat next to him for warmth, and the Lycan faltered…
"Well," he thought, arm tightening around the other man's frame. "I can see to it later."
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