Author's Note

Another small interlude to help fill in the gap between bigger chapters and writers block.

Also its in the title but minor smut warning

Inter-LEWD 4

“Wow, I can't believe that worked! I was a little worried you wouldn't get my plan, but your acting really sold it! I haven't seen mom run that fast in my whole life.” I grin as I turn away from the entrance that mom ran out of and look back down to Fenrir beneath me. Though instead of her also grinning like I thought she would, she instead looks up at me with a strange mix of confusion and disappointment.

“Act?” I chuckle and rub the back of my head in embarrassment while sitting up on my haunches.

“Yeah I know my acting was pretty bad, I mean who actually talks like that! If you hadn't been so convincing I don't think mom would have bought it.” A frown quickly starts to form on Fenrir's muzzle.

“I wasn't acting Sól Vǫrðr.” A deep guttural growl escapes Fenrir's throat and is the only real warning I get before I am on my back and pinned beneath her. Fenrir's wings flared aggressively behind her and obscured my view of anything other than her. Then again there isn't anything I'd like to look at more than her.

Beautiful blue orbs that put the greatest of glaciers to shame and seem to glow thanks to the ebony black stripes around her eyes. Powerful muscles that cause her silver scales to shimmer and flash in the torch light with even the slightest of movements. Curves that could make a mountain blush… In any other instance or with any other creature I'd surely fear for my life. Tartarus I'd have at least fought back or struggled against their grip. Yet I know I am perfectly safe with Fenrir even when she looks ready to claw out my throat. Which is a little surprising considering her body count.

“Beautiful …” Fenrir snarls and snaps her jaws just inches from my face. Frost gently settling on my scales as blue flames licked at her lips.

“What did you just say?” Pressing her snout to mine Fenrir puffs her chest up and whips her tail behind her. The chill of her flames is enough to make me shiver before I use my inner flames to warm my scales. As a result a soft sizzle can be heard where our snouts meet.

“I said you're beautiful.” Immediately she falters. The fierce snarl that had been glaring down at me is rapidly replaced with a dumbfounded expression before a deep blush explodes across her scales. I don't bother giving her any time to recover either as I lean forward just enough to slowly lick from the bottom of her chin all of the way up and over her snout. Ironically enough this makes her shiver, and I can safely say it isn't because she is cold.

“I… I'm not…” I purr softly, an act I've learned recently is actually not voluntary at all for our kind. No bad Spike, geek out later, deal with the beautiful ice dragoness first. Or is it ice Jötunn? Meh, they're kind of the same if you think about it.

“As of last night you are my mate, just as I am yours. So if I want to tell you the truth about how beautiful you are I will.” Very slowly Fenrir lowered herself down onto me and buried her snout into my neck. Her muscles gradually relax and her grip on me loosens greatly while she settles herself in and purrs loudly. Gently I move my chin to rest on her head and wrap my arms and wings around her.

“I'm sorry… I didn't hurt you did I?” I snort a puff of smoke and laugh.

“No Feny, you didn't hurt me.” A sudden sharp pain in the side of my neck makes me yelp. Did she just bite me!?

“Don't call me that…” Fenrir's words are muffled by her growls as she speaks but that unfortunately does not stop her from nipping at my paw when I try to rub at my now sore neck. Reluctantly I let my paw fall back down before I feel her start licking at where she just bit me.

“I won't so long as you don't bite me again.” She only hums and continues to lick at my neck not even bothering to give me an actual response. I growl loudly. Fine, let's see how you like it then! Moving quickly I lurch forward and sink my teeth into her neck.

“MMHaah!~~” I freeze at the sudden moan that my bite draws from her. I no longer feel safe as her growls have turned into deep purrs. Fenrir soon brings her paw up and prys me from her neck. As she does she never looks back at me and instead only looks forward in an unbroken and unfocused gaze.

“I need to take care of something, when I'm done I will be in the bath waiting for you.” Fenrir crawls over me to free herself from the pillow nest. A very slow and deliberately calculated crawl that sent shivers up my spine thanks to her grinding and smearing her wet slit across my scales. Yet as if leaving a trail of her juices on me wasn't enough she stopped just over my head and stood there. Her very much swollen slit hovering just over my muzzle and leaving her pink flesh exposed and glistening in the torch light. I don't even notice her actually watching me until after she shakes her hips and causes a few drops to land on my snout.

“I-I'll be there.” My voice cracks and my heart jumps into my throat as even more of her ‘excitement’ drips down onto me.

“Burn the pillows, then go to the kitchens in the castle and grab as much food as you can carry. Bring all of it with you to the bath… You have ten minutes Vǫrðr. Do NOT make me wait.” Once she started to move again she never once lowered her tail. Instead she left it hiked up in the air and swayed her hips in a slow walk that left drops on her floors. It was only after she disappeared into her bathroom and pulled on the stone slab to half seal the room that I came back to reality. The sound of running water
and steam starting to waft out of the cracked slab is the last thing I see before I scramble. Desperately wiggling as much as lizardly possible to free myself from the pillow nest. Once free I do not hesitate to bathe the nest in my flames before rushing out the entrance of Fenrir's burrow.