Chapter 4: Fenris
In the Winterfell library, a vast and dimly lit room filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, two young men entered. Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell, stood tall and confident at seventeen, his dark hair framing a face marked by determination and a hint of youthful arrogance. Beside him was Jon Snow, his half-brother, equally aged but bearing the weight of his illegitimacy in his demeanor. They had come in search of Fenris, a boy who had grown alongside them but whose fierce spirit often set him apart.
As they stepped further into the library, the scent of old parchment and leather bindings enveloped them. Sunlight filtered through narrow windows, casting golden rays on the dust motes dancing in the air. There, nestled among towering shelves lined with books, sat Fenris. His wild hair fell over his forehead as he leaned intently over a book titled "The Testimony of Mushroom," an infamous account from the realm that chronicled tales both scandalous and entertaining.
"Fenris!" Robb called out, breaking the silence that surrounded them. "Ser Rodrik sent us to fetch you. You're late for practice!"
Fenris looked up from his book, surprise flickering across his features before he quickly masked it with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry," he replied earnestly. "I lost track of time."
Jon raised an eyebrow skeptically as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You've read that book several times now. What is it about 'The Testimony of Mushroom' that keeps pulling you back?"
Fenris closed the book gently and leaned back against the wooden shelf behind him. "It's not just about the stories themselves," he explained thoughtfully. "It's about understanding people—their motivations, their desires. Mushroom was there during some pivotal moments in history; he saw things that others didn't." He paused for a moment before adding with conviction, "Reading makes real men."
Robb chuckled lightly at Fenris's earnestness but couldn't help but feel intrigued by his perspective. "You think reading can make us better warriors?" he asked.
"Absolutely," Fenris replied without hesitation. "Knowledge is power on and off the battlefield. The more we understand our enemies and allies alike—what drives them—the better equipped we are to handle whatever comes our way."
Jon nodded slowly as he considered Fenris's words. He had always admired Fenris's fierce nature; it was something that resonated deeply within him as well—a desire to prove oneself despite circumstances beyond one's control.
"Still," Robb interjected playfully, "you could have chosen something less… scandalous to read while avoiding practice."
Fenris laughed heartily at this remark before responding earnestly once more: "But isn't life itself scandalous? The world is filled with intrigue! Why shouldn't I learn about it through stories?"
Robb shrugged good-naturedly while Jon smiled faintly at their banter; it was moments like these that made their bond stronger amidst all their struggles.
"Alright then," Jon said finally after a brief pause filled with contemplation about what lay ahead for each of them—warriors forged not only by steel but also by wisdom gained through knowledge shared amongst friends—"but you'll have to catch up quickly if you want to keep pace with us today."
Fenris grinned widely as he stood up from where he had been seated on the floor surrounded by bookshelves towering above him like ancient sentinels guarding secrets long forgotten by time itself.
"I wouldn't dream of letting you two get too far ahead!" he declared confidently before gathering up 'The Testimony of Mushroom' along with several other volumes scattered around him haphazardly as if they were mere afterthoughts rather than treasures waiting patiently for someone willing enough to explore their depths.
The sun hung high over Winterfell, casting long shadows across the training yard where the sounds of clashing steel and grunts of exertion filled the air. Fenris, Robb Stark, and Jon Snow arrived at the yard, their breath visible in the crisp autumn air. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Ser Rodrik Cassel, the stern master-at-arms of Winterfell, paced impatiently.
"Ah, Fenris," Ser Rodrik called out with a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. "I see you've finally decided to grace us with your presence. I was beginning to think you'd taken up permanent residence in that library of yours." His eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps you're hoping to learn how to wield a sword through reading?"
Fenris shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Books can teach many things, Ser Rodrik. But I suppose practice is essential too."
Rodrik rolled his eyes but nodded toward Robb and Jon. "Enough banter! Let's see if all that reading has made you wise enough to appreciate a good sparring match." He gestured for them to take their positions.
As Robb and Jon squared off in the center of the yard, Fenris and Bran Stark took their places on the sidelines. Bran's eyes were wide with admiration as he watched his brother and Jon prepare for combat.
"What do you think?" Bran asked Fenris, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who's going to win?"
Fenris leaned against a wooden post, observing intently as Robb lunged forward with confidence while Jon countered with agility and precision. "Both are skilled fighters," he replied thoughtfully. "But they each have different styles."
Bran tilted his head curiously. "How so?"
"Robb fights like a knight," Fenris explained, watching as Robb executed a series of powerful strikes that showcased both strength and honor. "He embodies chivalry—his movements are bold and decisive, driven by loyalty to family and duty."
"And Jon?" Bran prompted.
"Jon is more complex," Fenris continued, noting how Jon's footwork was lighter and more evasive than Robb's direct approach. "He has faced hardships that have shaped him differently—he balances duty with personal ethics in ways that make him unpredictable yet formidable."
Bran nodded slowly as he absorbed Fenris's insights. The clash of swords echoed around them as Robb pressed forward relentlessly while Jon parried expertly.
"Do you think they'll ever fight against each other for real?" Bran asked quietly.
Fenris frowned slightly at the thought but shook his head. "Not if they can help it; they share bonds deeper than mere rivalry." He paused for a moment before adding softly, "But in this world… one can never be too certain."
As the sparring match continued, both boys displayed remarkable skill—Robb's strikes were fierce and unwavering while Jon's defense was agile and clever. The sound of metal striking metal resonated through the yard as Ser Rodrik shouted instructions from the sidelines.
Fenris turned back to Bran after another exchange between Robb and Jon caught his attention. "What matters most," he said earnestly, "is not just who wins or loses today but what they learn from each other."
Bran smiled at this wisdom; he could see how much Fenris valued knowledge—not just from books but also from life experiences shared among friends.
The match drew on longer than expected; both combatants were equally matched in skill yet driven by different motivations—Robb's honor clashed against Jon's pragmatism—a dance of steel that would shape their destinies in ways neither could foresee.
As sweat glistened on their brows and fatigue began to set in, Ser Rodrik finally called an end to their bout with a sharp whistle. Both boys lowered their swords reluctantly but wore expressions of respect for one another's abilities.
"Well fought!" Ser Rodrik declared approvingly before turning back toward Fenris with an arched brow. "Ok Fenris, let's see if reading those books didn't dull your skills—Theon, step forward!"
Theon sauntered over with an air of nonchalance. "What is it now? You want me to show Fenris how it's done?" he quipped, casting a sideways glance at Fenris—a young man who had recently joined their ranks and had quickly gained a reputation for his unorthodox fighting style.
Fenris stood nearby, his posture relaxed yet alert. He had been training hard under Ser Rodrik's watchful eye but today felt different; he craved a challenge that would push him beyond his current limits. "Actually," Fenris interjected, "I want to try something new today."
Ser Rodrik raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
"I want to fight five opponents at once," Fenris declared boldly.
Theon couldn't help himself; he chuckled sarcastically. "Five? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Or do you just enjoy being outnumbered?"
Ignoring Theon's jibe, Ser Rodrik considered Fenris's request for a moment before nodding decisively. "Very well. If that is what you wish, I will summon five members from the House Stark guards."
As Ser Rodrik moved away to gather the guardsmen, Theon's expression shifted from amusement to annoyance. He had always viewed Fenris with skepticism—his unconventional methods and wolf-like instincts often irked Theon's more traditional sensibilities regarding combat.
A short while later, five experienced guardsmen assembled in the training yard. They were seasoned fighters who had honed their skills through countless skirmishes and drills under Ser Rodrik's tutelage. The odds were stacked against Fenris; however, he remained undeterred.
As the sparring commenced, it became evident that Fenris possessed an extraordinary ability to blend traditional knightly techniques with an almost primal ferocity reminiscent of wolves hunting in packs. His movements were fluid and instinctual; he danced around his opponents with grace and agility that belied his size.
The guards charged at him in unison—swords swinging—but Fenris anticipated their every move. He ducked beneath strikes with ease and countered with swift blows that sent one guard sprawling into the dirt while another stumbled back in surprise.
Bran Stark watched intently from the sidelines alongside Robb and Jon. His eyes widened as he observed how Fenris maneuvered through the fray like a predator among prey. "It's like he's dancing with wolves," Bran remarked breathlessly.
Robb nodded in agreement while Jon maintained a focused gaze on Fenris's technique. Each strike was calculated yet instinctive; there was an elegance in his brutality that captivated them all.
One by one, Fenris dispatched each guard until only one remained standing—a seasoned fighter known for his resilience. Yet even this last opponent fell victim to Fenris's prowess as he executed a final maneuver that left everyone speechless.
As silence enveloped the yard following the conclusion of the sparring match, admiration filled the air—except from Theon Greyjoy who crossed his arms defiantly, clearly unimpressed despite witnessing such skillful combat.
Ser Rodrik approached Fenris after ensuring all guards were unharmed but humbled by their defeat. "You have proven yourself today," he said approvingly. "Your style is unique."
Fenris offered a humble nod but couldn't shake off Theon's lingering skepticism directed towards him throughout this display of skill.
"Perhaps next time you'll consider fighting someone your own size," Theon muttered under his breath as he walked away from the group.
Robb shot him an incredulous look while Jon simply shook his head in disbelief at Theon's inability to appreciate talent when it was right before him.
0o0o0
In the grand hall of Winterfell, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine. The flickering light from the torches cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating an atmosphere that was both festive and intimate. At a long wooden table, Jon Snow and Fenris sat at one end, surrounded by younger squires who were eager to hear tales of valor and adventure.
As laughter echoed through the hall, Jon turned to Fenris, his expression thoughtful. "You know," he began, "your fighting style is both wild and beautiful. It's almost like you're dancing out there on the training grounds." He paused for a moment, watching Fenris as he took a sip from his cup. "Have you ever thought about what you might call it?"
Fenris looked puzzled, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I've never really thought about naming it," he admitted. "It's just how I fight."
Jon chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, if I had to give it a name, I'd say 'Dancing with Wolves.' It has a nice ring to it." He smiled wider as he added, "Bran actually suggested it."
Fenris raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. "Dancing with Wolves? That sounds… poetic." He considered it for a moment before shrugging. "But I'm not sure if my style is worthy of such a name."
Jon leaned back in his chair, looking contemplative. "You should take pride in your style," he encouraged. "It reflects who you are as a fighter."
The conversation shifted as Fenris grew curious about Jon's future plans. "So," he asked cautiously, "are you really going to join the Night's Watch at the Wall?"
Jon nodded solemnly. "There's no place for me here in Winterfell," he replied quietly.
Fenris frowned at this revelation. "What do you mean? You're family."
Jon sighed deeply before explaining further. "As a bastard," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, "I'll never inherit anything like my noble brothers and sisters will." His gaze drifted toward the flickering flames of the hearth as if searching for answers within them. "The Night's Watch may be the only place where I can find some semblance of belonging."
Fenris shook his head vehemently at Jon's resignation regarding his fate. "That can't be true!" he exclaimed passionately. "There have been bastards throughout history who have made their mark! Look at Red Robert Flowers or Addison Hill—the Bastard of Cornfield! Even Brynden Rivers—the Great Bastard son of King Aegon IV Targaryen—he became influential!"
Jon listened intently as Fenris spoke passionately about these historical figures who had defied their circumstances and achieved greatness despite their illegitimacy.
"Those men did great things," Jon acknowledged thoughtfully but remained unconvinced about his own potential for greatness given his status as a bastard.
"But they did not let their birth define them!" Fenris insisted fervently. "You have every right to carve your own path too! Just because others see you differently doesn't mean you cannot achieve greatness!"
Jon met Fenris's gaze; there was a fire in those eyes that reminded him of himself during training sessions when they fought side by side against imaginary foes.
"I appreciate your faith in me," Jon said finally with a small smile breaking through his earlier somber demeanor.
"Faith?" Fenris scoffed playfully while raising an eyebrow again teasingly; however deep down inside him lay admiration for Jon's resilience amidst adversity.
Fenris sat at the long wooden table, the remnants of a hearty feast scattered before him. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the hall, illuminating the faces of his fellow warriors who were still engaged in boisterous conversation. He pushed his plate aside, satisfied yet restless. The aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine lingered in the air, but Fenris felt a pull towards a different kind of nourishment—knowledge.
As he rose from his seat, Jon caught sight of him. "Where are you off to now?" Jon called out with a teasing grin. "You've devoured enough food for a small army; are you going to read about how to cook it next?"
Fenris chuckled lightly, brushing off Jon's jest. "I'm heading to the library," he replied earnestly. "There's much to learn."
"Ah yes, Fenris and his obsession with books," Jon laughed. "One day you'll have to teach me how to read so I can join you on your literary adventures."
With that light-hearted exchange lingering in the air, Fenris made his way through the dimly lit hallways of Winterfell. The stone walls echoed with history as he walked past portraits of ancient Stark ancestors, their eyes seeming to follow him as he moved.
Just as he turned a corner, he nearly collided with Theon Greyjoy, who was leaning against the wall with an air of casual confidence. "Well, if it isn't our resident scholar," Theon remarked dryly upon seeing Fenris.
"I'm off to the library," Fenris stated matter-of-factly.
Theon smirked knowingly. "I figured as much. You're always buried in those dusty old tomes."
"Reading makes real men," Fenris declared with conviction.
At this statement, Theon's expression soured instantly. "Oh please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "How many times do I have to hear that? What makes a real man is his third sword."
He gestured vaguely towards his crotch.
Fenris raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Third sword? What do you mean by that?"
Theon leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know exactly what I mean! It's not just about swinging steel; it's about how you wield it—if you catch my drift."
Fenris frowned slightly, still puzzled by Theon's cryptic words. "I'm afraid I don't follow."
"Let me put it this way," Theon continued with exaggerated patience as if explaining something easy to a child. "If you want to impress women around here—like Ros in Wintertown—you need more than just books and knowledge." He paused for effect before adding sarcastically, "And don't forget to bring plenty of coins if you're planning on finding her."
A flush crept up Fenris's cheeks at Theon's insinuation; he had never considered such things when it came to women or relationships beyond friendship and camaraderie among warriors.
"Are you saying that reading doesn't make me a real man?" Fenris asked incredulously.
"Not at all!" Theon replied quickly but then added with mock seriousness, "But let's be honest: when was the last time one of your books got you into bed?"
Fenris stood in the dimly lit hallway of Winterfell, the echoes of Theon's words reverberating in his mind. The cold stone walls seemed to close in around him, amplifying the weight of his thoughts. He had always been a creature caught between two worlds—the civilized teachings of Lord Stark and the primal instincts that lay dormant within him. As he leaned against the wall, he could almost hear the howling winds outside, a reminder of his true nature.
His upbringing had been steeped in honor and tradition. Lord Stark had instilled in him a sense of duty and respect for the ancient customs of the North. Fenris recalled long hours spent training with Ser Rodrik Cassel, mastering the art of combat with sword and shield. Each clash of steel was a lesson not just in warfare but in discipline and control. Yet, despite these teachings, there was an undeniable pull towards something more instinctual—a yearning to embrace the wildness that lurked beneath his skin.
Maester Luwin's lessons were filled with knowledge about history, philosophy, and the intricacies of governance. Fenris had learned to read and write alongside Eddard Stark's children—Sansa, Arya, Bran—and even Jon Snow, who shared a bond with him that transcended their different statuses. They were all children of Winterfell, yet Fenris felt like an outsider looking in.
Septa Mordane had taught him manners and decorum; she had insisted on politeness as a virtue essential for any nobleman. He remembered her stern gaze when he faltered during lessons on etiquette—how to bow properly or address ladies with respect. But deep down, Fenris often felt like an imposter playing at civility while his heartbeat was to a different rhythm.
Theon's mention of "Third Sword" stirred something within him—a curiosity mixed with apprehension. What did it mean? Was it merely a metaphor for strength or something deeper? Theon had always been brash and bold; perhaps this was another one of his reckless ideas meant to provoke thought or action.
Fenris knew he needed answers. If he was ever going to understand what it meant to be truly human—or perhaps truly wolf—he would have to venture beyond Winterfell's walls into Wintertown. There was talk among the guards about a woman named Ros who possessed knowledge about many things—some whispered she could see into one's soul or reveal hidden truths.
With determination swelling within him like a tide, Fenris pushed away from the wall and made his way through Winterfell's corridors toward the stables. The air was crisp as he stepped outside; snow crunched underfoot as he walked toward his horse—a sturdy grey mare named Stormwind.
As Fenris mounted Stormwind, the crisp air of the North filled his lungs, invigorating him for the journey ahead. The horse snorted softly beneath him, its powerful muscles rippling as it sensed its rider's anticipation. Just as he was about to urge Stormwind forward toward Wintertown, a voice called out from behind him.
"Fenris!" It was Jory Cassel, the captain of the guard to House Stark and nephew of Ser Rodrik Cassel. Fenris turned in surprise, his brow furrowing slightly at Jory's approach.
"Are you going to sleep outside again?" Jory asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. "Lady Stark was quite fierce in her rebuke last time she caught you at it. She said it sets a bad example for young Rickon."
Fenris shrugged nonchalantly but felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Lady Stark's disapproval. "I'm just going into town," he replied, trying to sound casual. "I'm looking for someone named Ros."
At this revelation, Jory's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Ros? Where did you hear that name?" His tone shifted from playful to curious.
"I heard it from Theon," Fenris said, recalling their earlier conversation where Theon. "He had mentioned Ros in passing—something about her being knowing about something called the "Third Sword."
Jory burst into laughter at this, his mirth echoing off the surrounding trees. "Third Sword? Oh Fenris! You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into!" He continued to chuckle, shaking his head as if he were privy to some grand secret.
Confused by Jory's reaction, Fenris narrowed his eyes slightly. "What do you mean? Is there something I should know?"
Jory composed himself after a moment but still wore a grin that suggested he found great amusement in Fenris's naivety. "Let's just say that Ros has quite the reputation around here—one that goes beyond mere swordplay."
Realizing he might have stepped into something deeper than intended, Fenris felt a mix of irritation and intrigue bubbling within him. However, he chose not to press further; instead, he simply nodded.
"Right then," Jory said after catching his breath. "You'd best be on your way before Lady Stark sends someone else after you." He clapped Fenris on the shoulder with camaraderie before stepping back.
The ride through the snowy landscape was invigorating; each breath filled his lungs with cold air that sharpened his senses. He thought about how far he had come since arriving at Winterfell.
Upon reaching Wintertown, Fenris dismounted near a bustling tavern where laughter spilled out into the street like warm light beckoning travelers inside. He entered cautiously; patrons eyed him curiously but returned quickly to their conversations over mugs filled with ale.
He spotted Ros sitting at a corner table surrounded by men who seemed entranced by her presence. Yet the moment he saw her, he was astonished by her striking physical appearance and distinct facial features.
Ros has a delicate and angular face, characterized by high cheekbones that give her an aristocratic appearance. Her skin is fair, often depicted with a smooth and flawless complexion that enhances her beauty. She has expressive eyes, typically highlighted with makeup to accentuate their allure; they are often described as being large and captivating, which adds depth to her character's emotional expressions.
Ros's lips are full and well-defined, often painted in shades that complement her overall look, further emphasizing her sensuality. She possesses a slender yet curvaceous body type. She stands at an average height but carries herself with confidence and poise, which makes her presence more commanding. And her laughter rang clear above the din—a sound both inviting and dangerous.
"Are you the one called Ros," he asked out of hesitancy as he approached her table.
She turned her gaze upon him—piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him—and smiled knowingly as if she had been expecting him all along.
"May I help you?" she asked softly, gesturing for him to sit down beside her amidst curious glances from others nearby.
"Yes," Fenris replied. "Theon told me that you might help me on something."
"Theon?" Ros repeated the name. "Theon Greyjoy? Lord Stark's hostage and ward."
"That's the one." Said Fenris. "He suggested that you know something about "Third Sword."
Hearing that, Ros looked at him with a smile and asked "I take it you're the one called Fenris, the wild boy whom Lord Stark took under his wing.
"That's my name," Fenris replied. "Although I have been raised by Wolves, I have been taught in the ways of man."
"Well not everything," Ros says with a wicked smile. "I think it was wise for Theon to send you to me. Tell me…are you still a virgin?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Fenris questioned her.
"So, you are a virgin," Ros said, a smile becoming bigger. "I can tell by looking at you. You know it's rare for women like me to find men who are virgins. Perhaps this is my lucky night after all. Why don't we go somewhere private."
Fenris followed Ros into her room, the anticipation of what was to come evident in his eyes. The air was thick with unspoken tension as he closed the door behind him, sealing off the world outside. The dim light from a single lamp cast shadows that danced across the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that heightened their senses. Ros turned to him, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief.
"Are you equipped with coins?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Fenris nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fat bag of coins. The sound of metal clinking against metal filled the silence between them as he held it up for her inspection. Ros eyed the bag with a knowing smile, estimating that it equaled enough for an entire night—a night filled with possibilities.
"Let's see what we can do with this," she said playfully, taking a step closer to him. Fenris felt his heart race; he had always been drawn to Ros's adventurous spirit. She was unlike anyone he had ever met—bold, confident, and unafraid to push boundaries.
Ros took the bag from him and poured its contents onto her bedspread. Coins scattered across the fabric like stars in the night sky, glinting under the soft light. "This should be more than enough for entire night," she mused, counting them quickly before looking back at Fenris with a glimmer in her eye.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked cautiously but excitedly. He looked confused, not quite understanding what she meant by "an entire night."
Ros chuckled at his innocence and began to undress, slowly revealing her voluptuous form. Fenris was taken aback by her boldness, his eyes widening as she stood before him completely naked.
Ros could see the desire in Fenris' eyes, mixed with a hint of nervousness. She teasingly explained, "I'm a Whore, someone who was skilled in the practice of providing sexual services in exchange for payment."
Fenris' eyes widened even further at her revelation, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her.
"I have been in the business for many years," she continued. "Sleeping with countless men who paid for my services. Theon was one of my regular clients, who I met every month without fail. I knew how to please a man, how to make him feel desired and satisfied."
As Fenris looked at Ros, his mind was racing. He had never been with a woman like her before, someone so confident and unabashedly sensual. He could feel his heart racing, his body responding to her in ways he had never experienced.
Ros walked towards Fenris, her movements slow and deliberate. She could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger that burned within him. She reached out and gently touched his face, feeling the stubble of his beard against her fingertips.
Fenris closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch. His keen smell allows him to catch the subtle scent of her perfume and feel the warmth of her body radiating towards him. Ros moved closer, her lips contacting with his.
0o0o0
(Beginning of Lemon Scene)
In that moment, Fenris forgot everything else. All he could think about was the woman in front of him, the woman who had awakened something deep within him—something primal.
Ros pressed her lips against Fenris', kissing him with a passion that consumed them both. Fenris responded eagerly, his hands exploring her body with a hunger that surprised even himself.
As they embraced, the world faded away. There were only the two of them, lost in a moment of pure intimacy. Ros guided Fenris towards the bed, a hunger in her eyes that matched his own. Not wasting time, Fenris began to tear his clothes apart as Ros lay in the bed, waiting for him.
"This is my lucky night!" Ros laughed when she observed how well-endowed Fenris is
Fenris came to Ros and over her, as she lay in the bed. He looked into her face for a long while and then brushed one hand across her breasts. Then without warning, Ros reverses roles, with her on top, before she kisses him passionately. Fenris responded kindly with a kiss of his own while squeezing one of her breasts.
"While I'm yours for the whole night," Ros said to Fenris with a wicked tease. "That means I'm giving everything to you because I'm yours for the whole night."
Ros put her hands on Fenris's shoulders and pushed him onto his back. Crawling down, Ros smiled when his huge genitals were in plain sight, happily knowing they were hers. She bent down and kissed the tip of his penis. It jumped as a tingling sensation went right through Fenris' body. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, trying to keep his already savage impulse under control.
Ros then spit onto Fenris's cock and used it as a lubricant, running her hand up and down his shaft. Her pace started slow and steady, but it soon built up and gained strength. She was now jerking her hand up and down with tremendous speed. Fenris's eyes bugged out and he gritted his teeth at the incredible feeling she was giving him, but before he could think any further Ros bent down and took both of his balls in her mouth. The feeling of her tongue licking the flesh of his sack was too much to bear. He felt like he was about to explode, but he held on and kept from bursting. He wanted to drag this on for as long as he could. Ros took his balls out and sat up.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Ros asked.
"You know I am," Fenris replied. "So, don't stop!"
"Hmph! So impatient," Ros said, smirking.
Ros took both ample breasts with her hands and pushed them around Fenris's dick. She pushed them against it hard and bent down to take the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Clamping her lips tightly around him, she bobbed her head up and down. Each trip down she took the cock to the hilt, bringing her head down right against his pelvis.
A greener would have gagged, but Ros knew what she was doing. Plus, she had experience, so she was more than prepared. She bobbed her head with a deliberately sensuous pace, going up slowly and then slamming down roughly. All the while, her lips kept tightly clamped around Fenris's dick. Fenris felt his balls tightening, but he wasn't about to lose control yet. Going up and down faster and faster, Ros added to the mix by juggling Fenris's balls with her hand. The awesome combination was too much for him, and with a strained yell, Fenris came into Ros mouth. She happily swallowed every drop of the liquid, missing the sweet taste for too long.
Ros wiped and licked a stray strand of his cum on her chin. "It's tasty," she said with a smile. "Have you ever tasted a woman down below?"
"No!" Fenris replied.
"Then let me show you," Ros said with a tease. She crawls forward, moving into a position that saddles her womanly opening over his face. Unknowingly
Unknowingly, Fenris' tongue licked her walls and rubbed the rough tip against her soft, wet crevasses. Fenris loved the sweet taste of her body, and he missed it way too much. Deciding to give her as much of a ride as she could take, Fenris gripped her thighs as he forced his head hard against her lap and forced his tongue against the very edge of her tunnel.
Ros groaned in sheer delight and bucked several times. Fenris grinned mentally and licked the spot inside of her he knew all too well. Rather than let her enjoy it a bit, he licked with the tip of his tongue using as much pressure as he could. Ros could barely stop herself from screaming as she bucked a final time and came, squirting fluids all over Fenris's face.
After tasting Ros cum, Fenris quickly mounted Ros in a dominant position, kissing her. Ros reached down and took his hardened dick with her hands and guided it to her throbbing pussy. Fenris shifted his hips, and once he felt the tip brush against her opening, he thrust into her.
The tip hit the very back of her pussy, and he quickly began a heavy, rhythmic pace in and out of her body. The two of them kissed deeply as Fenris rode her with all of his might. Each thrust was violent and intense, and an average would have been unable to handle it, but Ros' experience allows her to take it for all it is worth. She took every thrust and impact and enjoyed each hit. Every single thrust created incredible heat as the friction of Fenris's cock against Ros's vagina was unbelievable.
The heat was flooding her whole body, making her sweat like she had a fever. Fenris then took her left breast into his mouth and he used his tongue to flick the nipple. Having all this stimulation at once was too much and she came with a hoarse shout. Ros wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. She also wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his close for another kiss. With her holding him like that, Fenris's thrusts were shorter and heavier, which in turn made the sensation more raw. The feeling was intense and with a yell he came, spilling a thick load into her womb.
Pulling him into another kiss, Ros pushed him back on the bed. Propping herself on her knees, she laid the young man on his back and slowly kissed down his upper body. Fenris let out deep gasps of contentment, savoring every warm trace of her lips.
Ros smiled affectionately at the sight before her. She hovered over Fenris's manly body, trailing kisses around his hard pectorals while gently stroking his hard member. The more heated her sensual touching grew, the more he trembled. Planting an affectionate kiss on his forehead, she propped herself up on her knees and straddled his pelvis. Fenris's erection was rubbing right against her inner thighs. He could sense her arousal. She was so wet and ready for him again. His hands were still on her hips, weary of making a move.
"You can touch my breasts if you want to," Ros said encouraging him.
Grabbing his arms, she moved his hands onto her large, voluptuous breasts. Fenris was reluctant at first, but when he felt her soft fleshy orbs in his hands he was immediately taken. They felt so good. With her hands still on his forearms, Ros closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling.
"Wow…so nice and soft," said Fenris in a daze.
"That's it…" moaned Ros with a slight gasp, "Rub them. Tease my tits."
Fenris quickly got into it and began kneading the fleshy orbs to Ros's delight. He watched as the beautiful red-haired woman closed her eyes and swayed her body to the pulsing sensations. It made her look so graceful and sexy. Drawn further into her aura, Fenris leaned forward and kissed around her cleavage.
"Yeah…that feels good," moaned Ros, swaying her head to the sensations.
Ros couldn't take it anymore. The gentle touch of his hands on her breasts sent shots of pleasure through her body, adding to the increasing arousal in her cunt. No man had ever made her this wet before. She wanted him inside her so badly. Enrapturing him in her arms, Ros pulled Fenris into another deep kiss. His hands were still on her breasts, he went along with her. She slipped her tongue into his mouth as she pinned him flat on his back. Still straddling his pelvis, she hungrily kissed down his manly upper body. As her tender lips trailed down the sinewy contours of his muscles, Fenris gasped in anticipation. But he placed his trust in Ros and let her do her thing. Like a sexy minx, she slowly worked her way down to his nicely toned mid-section. She smiled at his rough, six-pack abs and shot wanting gazes up at his obscured eyes. Now on her hands and knees, she was face-to-face with the bulging erection.
"By the Gods, I'm so wet," Ros said in a deep tone, "Come on…let's do this."
Adjusting herself slightly, Ros sat back. In the dim candlelight, he could see just how aroused she was. The soft lips of her pussy were flushed with wetness. Her clit was swollen with intent just below a perfectly trim patch of pubic hair. And with a burning desire in her eyes, she crawled over Fenris's naked body and let him enjoy the feeling of having a naked woman on top of him.
"Are you ready?" Ros asked in a deep tone.
I'm ready," said Fenris, looking into her eyes with burning desire.
Smiling at his words, she captured his lips and let her body press against his. She laughed and purred as their hot flesh rubbed together in the heat of passion. His dick was so hard. Her pussy was so wet. They wanted it so bad. Spreading her legs and straddling his waist, Ros positioned herself over Fenris's cock. His hands were still on her hips, holding on tight as he awaited the moment of truth. With one hand on his stomach and the other on his member, Ros guided his erect penis into her waiting vagina. Her wet arousal made the entry nice and easy. She moaned until he was completely inside her. His dick stretched her walls perfectly.
Fenris growled like an animal as he felt the hot tightness around his dick.
"Yeah…you like that?" panted Ros with a sultry gaze, "Let me take you to seven heavens!"
Firmly planting her hands on Fenris's perfectly toned chest, Ros began riding Fenris's cock. Closing her eyes, she moaned to the rich sensations that coursed through her body.
But in remembering this was Fenris's first time, she went slowly so he could get a feel for her pussy. She skillfully gyrated her hips, allowing his dick to slide in and out of her tight folds. She watched as his face contorted with ecstasy. She could sense how much he was enjoying this. And the more she rode him, the more he got into it.
"Ros you're so tight!" grunted Fenris.
"Uh-uh-ohhhhhh yeah!" moaned Ros, riding him harder, "That's it! That's it! Come on, don't be afraid to fuck me back!"
Adhering to her wishes, Fenris's grip on her hips tightened. As she rode him with increasing vigor, he began feeling around her butt. Flushed with sexual energy, he began supplementing her gyrations with upward thrusts of his own. It made Ros moan even louder, pushing her to fuck him with greater intensity. He loved the feeling. Her cunt was so wet and tight. Every time his dick slammed into her vagina; the wet slapping sound of their flesh echoed through the room.
It was amazingly erotic. Ecstasy filled his mind and body. He never could have imagined how wonderful sex could be. A thin layer of sweat soon formed on their bodies. Ros marveled at to soft glow of his manly muscles. He looked so content and happy. She promised to give this feeling to him and she was making good on her word.
The rhythm of their hot bodies and moans intensified. Fenris could feel Ros's pussy throbbing around his cock each time he plunged into her depths. Soon the tight feeling was too much for Fenris to bear. He couldn't fight off the growing sensations. He was going to blow his load soon.
Gyrating her hips with more fervor, Ros grasped her bouncing breasts as Fenris's face contorted from the hot sensations. He reached around and grasped her sexy ass, delivering hard, thorough thrusts up into Ros's cunt. She was so wet and tight. It was pure ecstasy. Finally, he delivered one last thrust to send him over the edge, howling like a wolf to the moon.
His body tensing, Fenris felt his cock explode in a burst of seed that filled Ros's pussy again. He pushed into Ros as deep as he could, penetrating all the way to her cervix. She moaned at the warm feeling of his fluids lining her vagina. Still teasing her breasts, she smiled at the sight of Fenris's euphoria. While she didn't climax herself, she sensed he enjoyed every second of it.
Fenris panted as the rush subsided. His limbs went limp as he sank into the bed. Ros withdrew his cock from her pussy, allowing some of the thick fluids to spill out. Remaining on top, she laid down atop his sweaty body and captured his lips in a deep kiss. His powerful arms awaited her, pulling her into his embrace and soaking up the wonderful feeling of her hot flesh. He looked so happy. His eyes never diverted from hers. And for that, he was grateful.
"That was…incredible," Fenris panted as he gently ran his hands through her red hair.
"Congratulations, Fenris," smiled Ros as she trailed her finger down his face, "You're officially now part of the human race."
The two took time to catch their breath. Then Fenris stood up yet still on the bed while looking down on her, grasping both her calves, he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her lower regions.
"Enjoying the view?" Ros purred.
"You look so beautiful when you're naked." He'd tease.
She blushed under his gaze as she watched his eyes drift down her body. He affectionately hovered over her, trailing his hand down from her breast onto her thighs. A smile never left her face as he renewed his kissing, starting just below the belly button and moving towards her pussy. When he got a nice whiff of her heat, he moaned in approval.
"Now I'm going to eat you out," Fenris told her with a wolfish grin
Ros quivered with arousal. She was so wet from all his teasing. The folds of her pussy were flushed with moisture. They were so plump for teasing and Fenris was still working on mastering the arts of oral teasing. This was a chance to prove himself.
Placing his palms on her inner thighs, he spread Ros's legs and licked around her wet entrance. She held them apart, so he had an unobstructed path, licking her lips in anticipation. Fenris started gently at first, feeling around the area just below the neatly trimmed patch of pussy hair. This got her clit to swell up and helped fuel her arousal. He then flashed a manly grin and gave her wet slit a thorough lick.
Fenris pulled off all the stops this time. He was going to give her the best oral he could. With careful use of his fingers, he spread her wet folds and slipped his tongue inside her depths. Ros moaned louder, hinting he was on the right track. He took it further, using his thumb to rub her swollen clit while spreading her pussy wider so he could dig deep and hit her in the area that crack her last defenses into a million pieces.
Warm shots of pleasure filled Ros's body. Her breathing grew short, and she craved more. Fenris was doing this like a real expert. It was hard to believe he had only done oral a few times before. It felt great. She could barely hold her legs apart anymore, the intense sensations filling her being with wondrous bliss. She let her legs rest atop his shoulders and grasped her breasts, giving them firm squeezes as more sensations followed. She was getting so hot. This man was truly going to distance.
Fenris's confidence grew. He gave her pussy one last thorough lick before rising up and looking over her hot body. She was already breathing hard. Her pussy was soaking wet and her eyes begged him for more. So far, he had done his job, but now it was time for the real test.
Ros smiled warmly, watching as he slipped out of his pants and boxers. His dick was already nice and erect. Looking at her naked form and eating out her pussy really got him going but being confident and in control aroused him the most. He was ready to show her what a lover he had become, and she was ready to take the ride.
Fenris crawled atop her, his imposing form now dominating her body. Ros wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while he took her by the hips and moved her to the head of the bed. Upon lying her down he moved into position, propping himself on his knees and hitching both of her legs over his shoulders. Ros went along with it, lying back and gazing at his manly expression with intent.
"Take me," Ros told him.
Fenris smiled at her lustful words and guided his cock towards her pussy. He rubbed the tip around her wet entrance, playfully teasing her and heightening the anticipation. Just when she was about to complain, he thrust into her and watched her face contort in delight.
Letting out a deep grunt, Fenris held her by the hips and began to rhythmically thrust into her cunt. He skillfully worked his pelvis, his naked skin slamming against hers in a mantra of hot flesh. He was slow and thorough at first, going hard and deep into Ros's vagina. Then he adjusted to a faster pace, rocking her body with a powerful rhythm of body motions that made her bedrock.
Fenris watched as her breasts bounced each time he slammed into her. It was beautifully erotic. Her tight pussy felt so good around his hard dick. He had learned her insides well and thrust in at different angles to heighten the experience. Ros moaned louder, grasping her breasts and pinching her nipples as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Sweat built up on her smooth skin, making her glitter under the afternoon sunlight that beamed onto the bed from the window.
Fenris kept fucking her in this position for a while, building up the pleasure until he sensed she was near her peak. He senses he's hit the right spot as her loud moans increase. When it reached a certain level he adjusted his position, spreading her legs wide and allowing his body to fall atop hers so his entire body weight was pressing against her. Ros eagerly pulled him in, wrapping her legs around his torso and holding onto his shoulders as her orgasm neared.
Fenris dug his feet into the foot of the bed to help him thrust harder into Ros's pussy. He maintained control of his climax, focusing his efforts on Ros. He targeted her weakest spot and sped up his thrusts. Then he felt her pussy tighten and he slowed down, allowing her to relish the sweet ecstasy.
Ros dug her nails into his skin and tensed her legs as orgasmic bliss consumed her. Her cunt squeezed Fenris's dick, but he managed to hold it back. It showed just how much he had improved at controlling his body while pleasing hers. He watched the look of ecstasy on her face with triumph and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"I hope you learn your lessons very well tonight, " purred Ross under his weight.
"Who said I was done?" grinned Fenris.
He kissed her again, this time with more passion. Ros let out another round of moans. Her body was still reeling from her first orgasm, but that was just the beginning. If Fenris was to show her he could go the distance, he had to go above and beyond.
Fenris and Ros made out on the bed, playfully kissing and touching. Their bodies were slick with sweat from their heated activity. Naked skin felt so good and stirred their passions for a new round. Ros maintained her secondary role, allowing Fenris to move things along without her guidance. She waited for him to make the next move and thankfully she didn't have to wait long.
Fenris set their bodies up in a new position. Slipping his hands onto her lower back, he rose up into an upright sitting position and rose her up with him. Her lips never parted from his and she maintained a firm grip on his shoulders. Fenris then slipped his hands onto her butt and guided her back onto his ridged cock. He rose her up slightly, allowing her to wrap her legs around his torso and hold on as his hard member filled her pussy.
Ros moaned and begged for more. Fenris let out a manly grunt and started rocking his body with hers. His grip on her ass tightened as he worked her body up and down the length of his cock. Her cunt was still slick with juices, allowing him to build a strong rhythm quickly. She hugged him tightly, her ample breasts pressing against his chest as she bounced up and down his cock. This time she took a more active role, rocking her body and grinding her pelvis against his. Their moans resonated together as they kissed, humped, and touched their way to ecstasy.
After going at it like this for a while Fenris switched things up again. He briefly withdrew his cock from her pussy and flipped his lover over so that she was on her hands and knees. She used this opportunity to catch her breath, but Fenris didn't give her long and thrust his cock back inside her from behind. With deeper grunts, he squeezed her lovely rear and pounded into her wet flesh. He was forceful yet thorough, working it at just the right rhythm to flesh out the experience. Ros loved every second of it. She arched her body and bucked her hips with each frenzied thrust. He rocked her body so hard she had to press against the wall over her bed to keep herself steady.
He was doing it. He was fucking her like an experienced lover. He was catching up with the basics Ros taught him. Fenris stretched it out, fucking her cunt and running his hands over her naked body. Her breasts dangled and he reached out for them, squeezed them firmly as they each neared their climax
The bed rocked as the pace intensified. Fenris held out for her again, making sure she climaxed with him. He vigorously attacked her most vulnerable and weakest with his cock and waited for that perfect moment. And when neither of them could hold back any longer, they let both let it all out in a burst of orgasmic cries.
It was an intense feeling. Fenris's grip on her breasts tensed as his cock exploded inside Ros's tight pussy. His hot fluids splattered around her insides, giving her a hot feeling that sent her over the edge as well. Her cunt tightened around his member and soaked up every drop of his semen while waves of pleasure filled her body. Gasping for air, Fenris pulled out and collapsed onto Ros's bed. She fell beside him, promptly curling up to his warm body. Their naked skin glowed with sweat in the afternoon sun that bathed her room. They shared a final kiss and smiled, enjoying the content feeling of the afterglow. And Fenris had even more reason to smile as he held his beautiful red-haired whore in his arms.
"So, how'd I do?" he asked her.
"You're a natural-born lover, Fenris," grinned Ros, trailing her finger down the side of his face, "I must say I'm impressed."
She rolled on top of him and gave him another round of kisses to show her thanks.
Fenris kissed back, as he was now fully erect. Fenris positioned himself back at her entrance, waiting for the signal that he could continue. Ros smiled, pulling him down in a gentle kiss as he continued pushing into her. She clung to him tightly, hands under his arms and placed on his shoulders. Fenris was already loving the feeling of being inside her, though he knew it was time to push forward and make sure he didn't waste any time. He thrust forward. It was a few minutes before her grip started to loosen on his shoulders and the pain began to erode away. Ros sighed in pleasure as a warm sensation overtook her slowly again. Fenris moved a little inside her, sending unexpected sparks of pleasure up her spine. Ros tried this again, this time moving roughly against him. More pleasure shot through her nervous system, and she was eager to get more. Grabbing Fenris by the back of his thighs, she urged him to move against her.
He pulled all the way out, taking the feeling of being full from Ros before thrusting back in. Ros moaned into his ear, choosing to grasp his back tightly as he continued to move inside her. Her walls continued to pull him back every time he thought of escaping, almost as if telling him he wouldn't be able to leave until she reached her peak. Ros moved her hips against his, enjoying the sound of her bottom meeting his thighs in an almost rhythmic pattern. He pulled out once again but before he could slide back in Ros flipped them over so that she was on top. Fenris stared at her, bewildered as to why she would do such a thing. His thoughts were silenced Ros rolled her hips, moving his member inside her at the same time.
She rose up as far as she could go and fell down on top of him, both loving the new level of pleasure this brought. The moans started getting louder as she continued to ride him. Ros was in pure bliss. She was in control of getting her own pleasure and was reveling in the feeling. Fenris sat up and met her bounces with equal if not greater force than when she came down on him. She captured his lips, hands on the front of his chest and slowly dragging downwards, leaving nail marks in the process. One of his hands was fisted in her hair, pulling her into the kiss, while his other made its way down to the point where their bodies were joined.
He noticed that she seemed to be enjoying herself so much that every time that their bodies met as she forced herself up and down he could feel a little shiver that wracked her body. Slowly he began to give thrusts towards her own thrusts and they settled into a rhythm that was satisfying to the both of them. She looked at him and then could feel his skin against her, the skin, being sweaty and seemingly slick. She could see every whisker mark on his cheek starting to flare and he got a wild look in his eye and he started to growl, a primal sound that made her want to come straight away. The sound made her think of a wild animal, and she wanted to experience the same animalistic passion that seemed to be gaining a hold within Fenris at the moment., his thrusts were getting faster and she actually could feel him getting bigger something and she felt his nails dig into her skin.
Fenris himself felt odd. It felt like his body wanted to do something and he growled at the sensations that began to take over what little normal thoughts he had and became lost in the passion., not noticing that there would be some nails that grew and that there would be some scratch marks on Ros back the next morning.
He came with a fierce growl, the sound reverberating in her ear. Ros felt his Fenris seed come out of his cock and splash in her womb again. She grinned and looked at his blue eyes and then said: "I hope you've recovered a little bit because I want a little treat and there's no way you are going to not let me have it…"
She accidentally got off him, falling off the bed with a loud thump. She got up once again. feeling his semen slowly drip down her leg from her womanly opening and then looked at his cock hungrily, eager for more of the stuff. She took hold of the thing, looking it over and then softly blowing on it, making Fenris yelp as the air was cold and his cock was still wet with much of their juices. Without much further ado, she inserted her mouth over the cock and immediately began to clean it of the mixture of semen and her own cum. She savored the taste, wanting more of it…
Her mouth was full of his cock, she wanted to take it inside her mouth in its entirety, not wanting to waste a drop of the cum which would come out no doubt about it…
Ros bobbed her head to get something to come out. He was as hard as a diamond or something in the equivalent of that. Fenris could only enjoy the feelings, and he knew that she was doing a good job at giving him head. She seemed to be absorbed in it and didn't notice when he grabbed her head as he was about to cum and then forcefully pressed her down, making her almost choke on his cock but he didn't know that.
The hands on her head forcing her down and forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth almost made her cum. She liked it when she was forced to do something nasty even though most people didn't know that, she could feel his weapon almost ready to fire deep into her mouth and she awaited it as her hair was pulled on and she was once again forced to raise her head by his hands who had been lifting her and then forcefully slammed her down on his cock, literally using her like some sort of rag to make sure that he came.
The first thing that clued her into the fact that he was about to come in her mouth was his long drawn-out moan and that he seemed to hold her down very hard, almost making her nose break according to the sensory perception of her body.
The cum flooded Ros's mouth the moment it came out of his cock and Fenris forced her down., wanting her to swallow out of some primal instinct he had within him for a moment she struggled but then adapted and just let him come in her mouth. Not wanting to give too much resistance and just let his come dribble down her throat. She was a little bit concerned about the lack of air she was receiving but figured that it would soon be over, and she would be able to get some air. He let go of her head and she raised it, letting go of his cock and getting a few spurts of his cum over her face, simultaneously unleashing a large glob of semen out of her mouth, which could no longer keep up swallowing. She took a few deep gulps of air and then began to clean Fenris's body of the semen that had fallen on it. He picked her up and laid her in the middle of the couch. He moved one hand between her legs and found her clit, rubbing it and getting a moan from Ros. He lowered his head and ran his tongue up her slit, the pubic-haired. Ros moaned louder, feeling Fenris's tongue on her cunt. He used his fingers to spread her open and push his tongue into her. He tasted her juices and pushed in further, getting as much of his tongue inside her as possible and swirling it around.
Ros was going nuts, screaming and moaning and thrashing her hands. She moved one hand down to the back of Fenris's head and pushed his face against her cunt and thrust her hips forward, feeling his tongue moving in her. Her orgasm flooded out of her, splashing all over Fenris's face and into his mouth. He drank her seeing this decided to position himself at her entrance once again, she reached down and gripped his hard cock, though a bit softer than before. To get it harder, Ros rubbed the head against her lips, teasing herself more than him. As she felt the familiar steel solidness of the tool, she lowered her trim pussy onto him.
Fenris could feel Ros' hot wetness around his cock, and it felt tighter to him than last time. He could feel her walls around his cock, making him feel the way that it should be, a clamping feeling on his cock, making her pelvis go up and down, her movements bringing him greater pleasure since she controlled the way they would do it since she was the one on top, something that seemed to be pretty important to her. The feeling that she was enjoying herself was within his mind, her moans of lust being the evidence that he needed to make that conclusion. He looked into her eyes, hearing her cries of lust, while remaining curiously silent, even to himself
"Yes, it feels so good… yes, please, yes!" Ros said, her voice speaking of rapture as a hot feeling spread through her body, making her know that she had another orgasm, the feeling of his cock being enough for her to make sure that there would be an orgasm. She rode it up and down, her pelvis being enough to make sure that the rhythm would be kept up, it is going up and down on Fenris's cock, almost bouncing. The feeling that she was giving to him was evident by the look on his face, which seemed to make her all the more relaxed around him.
Sweat had collected on his brow and Ros smiled softly at him and then said, she raised her ass so high that he had come out of her with a wet pop, making her look at it, then push herself up and then went to nuzzle at his cock, rubbing it against her face, making it slick with her own juices. She licked his balls for a few seconds until his eyes went wide and a gurgling noise came from his mouth and she was not surprised to see that there was cum coming out, landing in her hair, which she had now considered to be washed before going to bed. After she had licked off more of Fenris's seed from his cock, doing.
Fenris noticed he was still rock-hard. He was still in the mood. He looked and saw Ros sprawled out, so he sensed that she was done on her part. However, that wouldn't stop him. Ros has awoken something inside of him, telling him he can't stop. He won't stop until the strength of life fade away inside of him. And that will be a very long, long time. He cupped the cheeks of her ass. Holding them tight, he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her knees. He got on his feet and gripped his dick, aligning it with her asshole. Ros saw this and protested.
"Wait, I'm too worn out!" Ros said. "Give me time to—"
Fenris wouldn't listen, and he placed both hands on her hips and yanked her back, stuffing her rectum with his cock. Ros tried to yell, but the sound was strangled in her throat. She could only make silent grunts as Fenris rammed her anus over and over with his thick dick. Each impact made a low, squishing noise like a wet balloon being rubbed. Each thrust was more intense than the previous, and her tight ass fitting snugly against his dick was a sensuous treat. He could feel her walls hugging him so tightly that each thrust took effort and after each thrust.
Tonight, Ros finds out that releasing the beast out of its cage means that the beast is not willing to go back into his cage.
(End of Lemon Scene)
