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Chapter 46: Is This Just Fantasy?

*Calm down, calm down,* Hyeon inwardly told himself.

This time would be different. He wasn't under some perverted spell from the mark.

Fenrir was still sitting behind the desk, waiting for a response. He was probably trying to hold back from barking out any commands.

Not wanting to stand there any longer, Hyeon moseyed over to the front of the aged desk. When his hips grazed its wooden edge, he stood there stiffly. He bit the inside of his cheek to take some attention away from the awkward atmosphere.

Fenrir, remaining silent, observed him with amber eyes.

*I hate this kind of tension!* Hyeon cleared his throat. "Er, I'll admit that I'm terrible with these types of situations, Master Fenrir."

God, I keep forgetting to not call him by his given name.

"And what type of situation are you referring to?" his boss impassively asked.

"Like, right now. I'm not the greatest at being a leader; more of a follower. I don't know what to do next."

In an impatient huff, Fenrir stood up from the swiveling, black chair. Hyeon had failed to notice it before, but...why in the world was he using a high-quality gaming chair? It was comical. He'd have to ask next time.

They faced each other.

"Sit," Fenrir instructed while patting the desktop.

Complying with the order, Hyeon did a backward hop to sit on the desk. Once situated, his feet dangled above the floor. Since when did this turn into an office romance?

Fenrir placed his hands on the wooden surface to lean forward, positioning them on the outer sides of Hyeon's thighs. Being in between Fenrir's arms made him freak out on the inside. If he spoke now, his voice would crack for sure.

With a pounding heart, he inwardly screamed, Nope! Not calm anymore!

Fenrir's tone became lower. "That's not what it feels like for me."

"Huh?" Hyeon squeaked, sounding like he inhaled helium.

"You say you're a follower, but I always find myself following, waiting, and helping you. I'm not a pup. Yet, here I am, wagging my tail for you." The tip of his black wolf tail grazed Hyeon's exposed ankle. It tickled. "And don't forget, I'm only Master to you," referring to Hyeon's accidental slip of saying his first name.

Throughout his talking, Fenrir's face grew closer. Just a few more inches and they'd be kissing. Hyeon waited for it, but Fenrir didn't close the distance. The wolf paused and whispered with minty breath, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," Hyeon consented, hypnotized.

"Yes, what?"

You tease too much.

"Yes, Master."

At the magic words, Fenrir's lips hungrily crushed the other's. Hyeon's mouth was invaded. Their wet tongues wrestled with each other. During the make-out session, their upper chests touched. Since Hyeon was on the desk, this provided the perfect height for their bulges to rub each other.

A sliver of heat trickled through his left arm. The feeling made his mind hazy. His hips began to grind against Master's crotch. The warmth wasn't strong, but it was enough to want to get down and dirty. Very dirty.

*Why is my insignia activating? Is this guy really summoning me when I'm right here?*

Hyeon withdrew his tongue to break the kiss. "I don't like the suddenness of this." He held up his wrist to indicate the ᛓᛖᚾ mark.

The wolf was disheveled. A rare sight.

Master tensely looked at his servant. His amber irises were beginning to glow. "I should be saying the same to you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're activating it yourself. It's you who is starting to call for me. That makes this the second time."

"But I don't recall doing this before?" Hyeon asked confused.

"This has never happened before, but it could relate to your summoning symptoms. From the beginning, servants feel pain when I request for them; you feel pleasure. Everyone avoids repeating the pain, while you want to experience it again."

*Aren't you making assumptions?*

"When you first arrived at my castle, you've done this before in the middle of the night."

Visions of masturbating in the shower with a made-up partner, who turned out to be Master, flashed through his mind. It made his ears and cheeks burn red. The fire from his wrist symbol increased.

"What are you remembering?"

"N-nothing..." he stammered, using his hands to hide his embarrassed face. The Norse god removed them.

Master scrutinized closely at Hyeon. "Your eyes are green."

"They're hazel," puzzled at the random change of topic.

"I've noticed they are brown when you're in a foul mood. When you're aroused, the color is green."

*Why do you have to be so blunt?*

"You don't have to say it like that," Hyeon said quietly to himself, wanting to bury his face again at the mention of the word 'aroused.' "That's what happens when you have hazel eyes. Mine are very...expressive."

"I want to know what you fantasized about that night."

"I..." Hyeon paused. How could he explain his immoral daydreams? He mumbled some jargon under his breath.

"Hmm?"

Hyeon wanted to rip his whitening hair out. "You...blew me." The secret was finally out.

"Blew you? Can you explain?"

*AHH.*

Either the almighty wolf was too innocent for his own good, which Hyeon doubted, or he doesn't understand modern slang.

"It means you put your mouth here," pointing to his hard dick, "and, uh, suck."

*I can't. I just can't.*

Fenrir didn't say anything. He was contemplating, like having a conversation with himself. After a few moments, he seemed to have made a decision when reaching out to unzip Hyeon's pants.

Like an inexperienced person, Fenrir's hands fumbled when he couldn't find a zipper. He growled.

*I'm wearing jogger pants, ya ding-dong. I guess he's kinda innocent.*

"You don't have to do—" but couldn't finish the sentence. Fenrir impatiently grabbed the waistline of his zipperless pants and slid them down effortlessly. His hard-on sprung out.

Hyeon's hand automatically covered himself at the abruptness. Jesus!

"Lay down on the desk."

*Is he actually gonna do it? How unexpected.*

When his back felt the coldness of the table, Hyeon shivered despite wearing a light jacket. He should've worn the heavy coat given to him as a gift.

Master removed Hyeon's white shoes, followed by his pants and underwear. They met the floor with a soft THUD. Thankfully, the clothes weren't ripped in half, unlike prior times.

"Was it like this?" Bending down, Master's face was next to Hyeon's dick. When his hand groped the base, a drop of pre-cum emerged from the hole. Already, Hyeon was trembling despite the simple touch.

"The position was different, but it's close enough." Knowing the canine's naturally aggressive nature, he probably wouldn't appreciate getting on his knees obediently.

After confirming that it was okay, Master didn't start slow as most people would. He instantly seized Hyeon's full erection with his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive spot on the head and dragged it down his shaft.

"Shit...," Hyeon hissed. The sound made him bite the jacket's sleeve. It was a sad attempt to prevent his groans from getting any louder. His other hand didn't know what to grab onto as his dick speared to the back of Master's throat. The sharp tips of his wolf teeth lightly scraped the delicate skin. It made Hyeon skittish, yet excited. The pumping sensation from those tightening lips was becoming too much.

*How is he so good at this?!*

Although he received similar services from former relationships, these skills were on a whole different level.

Already, Hyeon could tell he'd orgasm soon. It didn't help that he felt weaker. Master was also absorbing soul energy through the skin-on-skin contact. He wanted it to stop. At the same time, he wanted it to go on forever.

Getting closer. His legs squirmed when the sucking became harder.

*If you keep doing it like that…*

"Un!" It toppled over the edge. Hyeon sat back up and grasped Master's hair. Like a gunshot, he released himself into the god's mouth. His hips twitched during each spurt.

After the numerous bursts, his body vibrated in satisfaction. The heat he felt from the insignia faded.

Coming to his senses, Hyeon realized his right hand still clutched the hair under Fenrir's wolf ears. He wanted to scream at the sight. The side of Fenrir's face was exposed from him pulling back his mane. The now-bright, yellow eyes gleamed with desire. Saliva mixed with white body juices coated his mouth.

Hyeon yelped and scrambled around the tabletop for tissues, a napkin, anything. Nadda.

Panicking, he ultimately gripped the end of his wind jacket and wiped off Fenrir's face. Upon seeing his boss's baffled face from the motherly action, Hyeon was officially going to die from mortification.

Fenrir walked over to the other side of the desk. After opening a drawer, he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off the remaining body liquids. It was plain to see that he was hard from going down on Hyeon. His penis pressed against the tight, trouser seams.

*Shouldn't I help him with that?*


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Chapter 47: I Hate Misunderstandings

"I can do the same for you. I've never tried it, but—"

"No."

"O-oh," stunned by the reaction. "Can I ask why?"

What he really wanted to ask was, 'Am I not good enough?'

"It's...complicated," Fenrir said blankly.

Normally, the annoying main character in a novel would continue to pry for information; not Hyeon.

*Alright. 'Effing confusing where this relationship development is going. I don't know why I even bother trying to get close to someone who is hot and cold.*

He got off the desk and redressed. "Before I go, can I borrow a book from your little library, Master?" he said laced the name with sarcasm, not caring of the repercussions.

Fenrir, now in front of the window and gazing at the darker clouds, most likely wasn't expecting such a question. "I think most are in another language, but you can if you'd like."

He grabbed the same book from earlier. It was labeled, Legendary Bestiary: An Illustrated Guide to Fabled Creatures. He tucked it under his arm and started to leave.

"I also would've preferred to have kept going, but it's dangerous at the moment," Fenrir informed.

*At least look at me when you say this. Is he trying to justify why we stopped?*

Hyeon decided to listen to the excuse before exiting the office.

"In the vehicle, you explained how you felt trapped in your head. You were unable to control yourself as you watch your animal do unimaginable things. It takes an extraordinary amount of inner strength to break free. For me, it's always the same. The only difference is, if I lose myself to my animal, everything you know would end."

The heavy information weighed in on Hyeon. All of these simple misunderstandings could've been solved sooner with proper communication. "Then why did you stop? It makes me feel like I'm being thrown out. That kind of thing can be insulting in the human world, Master."

Fenrir sighed. "Do you mind taking a seat on the couch?"

Wanting answers, Hyeon plopped himself on the squishy loveseat. He placed the old book on his lap.

Fenrir sat down beside him, making eye contact. "I'm sorry that you felt that way; it wasn't my intention to offend you. Do you recall when we had sex? I believe it was your first time with another male."

At this point, the bluntness shouldn't surprise him anymore. "Y-yes."

"I lost control halfway. I, too, was trapped inside, but I was able to come back," he explained.

That would explain the sudden change in personalities. "Sooo, getting turned on is your trigger?"

"Turned on? Does that mean aroused?" Fenrir asked.

"Mhm, it's the same thing."

*I really need to make him a list of modern slang.*

"Not specifically...turned on. When I'm in stimulating situations, my ability to keep him at bay becomes weakened. As of late, it's been more troublesome. That's why I require soul energy. It helps replenish the continuous energy I use to chain him, protect this castle, and not destroy everything."

A few puzzle pieces snapped together.

"Ragnarok," Hyeon stated matter-of-factly. He remembered the Thor movie. It'd be a good idea to do actual research.

"It will come one day. I just don't want it to be anytime soon. I'd rather help as many redeemable demons as I can before..." Fenrir got lost in whatever he was going to say. Small rain pitter-pattered on the window. For a while, they watched the water drops race each other on the glass.

"May I inquire as to the book you chose?"

Hyeon held up the volume.

"Legendary Bestiary. Hmm. I was reading it, but I suppose it's good for you to learn about new creatures."

"Sorry, should I put it back?"

"No, you can return it when you're ready. Turn to page 132."

Interested, he flipped to the specific page. There was an Old English, hand-painted illustration of a giant, black cat with yellow eyes. The beast was grotesquely consuming a mini human in the bloodied snow. Additionally, it included an origin description, a list of characteristics, strengths, and weaknesses. The name of the creature at the top was Jólakötturinn.

"Is this Nammi?"

"Yes. You knew who your fylgja was?" Fenrir asked inquisitively.

"I saw her transform when I was in the forest. Before seeing you today, Sani told me some stuff about her real form." He couldn't look away from the gruesome drawing.

Haruma's conversation from earlier popped up. *"I haven't seen or heard from her in many centuries. She has been wanted dead or alive by multiple gods."*

Fenrir was a god.

"Are you going to kill her? Turn her in?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"No. She was problematic, but she's been hiding for centuries. Even I couldn't recognize her when you arrived. Some creatures and deities decide to retire. I don't know if that's the case for her, but she bonded with you. Jólakötturinn must've been attracted to your soul quality to make such a decision."

*Thank God. I was about to throw some hands.*

Hyeon's stomach growled loudly, interrupting the talkative mood. It's past lunch hour, which made it almost a whole day of skipping meals.

Fenrir left the couch and went to the dining table. Grabbing a plate and silverware, he gave it to Hyeon. It had baked chicken from the kitchen. His empty belly rumbled again.

*Don't give in to temptation yet.*

"Master, this is yours."

"I think we are both aware I don't eat the food."

Before, Fenrir had an outburst when asked why he didn't eat. Hyeon didn't push it. He'll find out sooner or later.

After returning to the desk, Fenrir pulled out another tattered novel from the shelf. He read with a focused expression.

*I suppose I DO have permission. Won't it just go to waste?*

Hyeon sliced into the tender meat and devoured it, barely chewing. The meat's temperature was a little cold, but it didn't matter. It was much better than the limited things he could cook in his own apartment room.

As he ate, the weather stopped raining. Thin clouds softly rolled by. If they were any thinner, the open sky would be visible for once.

"When you're done, I suggest going to the main hall. I sensed your soul bond entering through the border wall some time ago," Fenrir recommended.

*Nammi!*

"May I excuse myself, Master?"

He waved his hand to signal 'yes' without glancing away from his reading.

Clanking the foodless plate back on the dining table, Hyeon bowed and rushed out the door.

______________

[Fenrir POV]

The half-human left to greet the criminal feline.

*I failed to mention the 'friend' she brought. It's time to initiate a new demon to begin working here.*

He had to prepare for the upcoming event. Eventually, doing such things won't be possible for him anymore.

It was regretful he had to end their time together. His wolf tried to loosen itself while performing the oral act, but it was manageable. Well, until the little human began wiping his face with actual concern. The momentary shock almost freed the monster.

*When we're alone next time, I'll take you.*


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