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Warm sand lay toasted beneath Alsa as she woke to the early morning sun streaking across their camp from the night before. Both eyes squinted at the surrounding area, noticing that Fenrir no longer remained laying over top of her like a blanket, but had wandered off somewhere.

The leopardess shifted, rolling in the sand, sending the warm, dry particles rolling off her back as she propped herself on an elbow and peered towards the water. "Fenrir?" She called softly, a small scowl starting to twitch her lip down into an irritated glare in thinking that the wolf had attempted to run off from her.

However, before anger replaced the sleepy peace that still held her, an oversized mass of black fur poked up out of the water several yards out into the lake they encamped beside. At the sight of the leopardess awake, Fenrir's tongue shot out from his mouth in a delighted pant before he began paddling towards her.

"Where'd you go?" Alsa demanded firmly, though not cruelly to the wolf while he paddled the last few feet to the band of sand they'd shared the night before.

"Swimming." He said simply before jerking his head towards the mainland where a dip in the sand twitched beneath the light, which upon a closer squint was several fish flopping on the sand. "Fishing."

Alsa's scowl twitched up into a small smile before she pulled herself to her full height, brushing away the collected sand in her fur before she redressed and headed towards Fenrir's catch.

Squatting low in the sand, Alsa fell into the familiar task of starting a fire while Fenrir padded to her side, and laid in the sand with a soft huff. His wet fur gleamed black like the night sky and in the light of the day, and his massive size struck Alsa again. Wet on the beach-side, grains of sand clung to the dampness of his fur and covered his underbelly with a rough, golden pattern.

"So," Fenrir started, with an unpracticed croak in his deep rumbling voice from his years locked away unable to speak. "Why did you free me? I do not understand. I am a monster."

Alsa paused, setting the small thatch of grass she'd been shaping down into the sand to turn towards the mythological beast. "I had always been curious about your part of the stories. I felt like you were unfairly convicted of a crime you'd never committed. Prophecy is not concrete evidence for murder." Once she'd responded, her attention dipped back to the fire, working out a spray of sparks from a twin pair of twigs that clung to the bedding of grass and started to smoke.

"Then why..." Fenrir stumbled, a hidden blushed blooming beneath his dark fur and invisible to the leopardess. Despite his size, while trying to hide within himself he seemed to shrink smaller. "Why did you... make me-"

With a small smirk, Alsa interjected,"Why did I jack you off?"

Sheepish, Fenrir nodded. "And collect it in that *thing*."

Alsa's head bobbed slightly, her loosened braid of white- blonde hair swaying against her shoulder, slipping out of its tie further. "Mostly for research and also spell regents. It's rumored to be a curious compound, your cum."

Again Fenrir shuffled, looking almost uncomfortable with the discussion at hand. The sight of him, head tucked to his chest with both eyes veered down in shyness, looked almost unnatural with the beast's unnaturally large size and the fangs that peeked out from his muzzle, contrastingly menacing.

Seeing his discomfort, Alsa let his questioning draw to a close with the warm crackle of her fire taking on the gathering of wood. With quiet concentration, she fed pieces of driftwood into the growing blaze till it danced and flickered with heat in the dip of sand, ready to be used for cooking.

"After breakfast, we'll head to my home. From there I can begin my research." Alsa speared a fish onto a stick casually as she spoke, flicking the ooze of intestines out onto the sand unperturbed by the gore.

While the wooden rod filled with fish heated, the leopardess shifted back into the oversized wolf's size, tipping her head so it laid against the broad crook in his shoulder where it met the rest of his back. "What was it like living in there? For all those years?"

Silence met her question, only the snapping of fish skin peeling off in the heat of the blaze filling the air until Fenrir cleared his throat softly, and turned to rest his head in the smaller anthro's lap, and spoke in a voice so soft, it was nearly a whisper. "It was lonely. Empty. The sword that you pulled from my mouth was there from the beginning. It bit into my jaws if I relaxed for even a second. Always my jaw ached from that, sleeping was a chore." His voice tapered off, but Alsa didn't interrupt the silence. "I missed the games we'd play of me breaking chains, but whenever I thought of them I would try to break the Dwarves's chain and it never gave." Sadness tinged his words and his eyes, half lidded in Alsa's lap where his chin sat, looked lost in recounting his years locked away, forgotten to everyone but the storybooks.

Before he could continue, the sizzles of the fish's insides of the fire interrupted their conversation. Alsa shifted out from beneath her place as a pillow and removed the spit, oil dripping off from their cooked breakfast.

"Well," Alsa mumbled awkwardly, unfamiliar herself with how to comfort someone else after years alone, researching and searching to find the wolf who now stared at her, expectantly. "You're free now and it's breakfast."

The topic fell to the side as the two bent over their food, Alsa tearing off the skin with audible tears from her own razor sharp fangs while Fenrir took a fish or two at once, crunching down on the bones with a chorus of snapping ribs from within the creature.

Once finished, the spellweaver stood. Her long, fluffy tail swaying behind while she surveyed the landscape in front of them. "Weather looks decent. We should leave now or we won't make it by nightfall." Full of fish and complacent, Fenrir just nodded.

And so, they went off towards the general direction of Alsa's home, pausing once for a short rest in a shady patch of trees and to clear a raspberry bush of its crop, but otherwise they continued steadily, arriving at the humble abode just as the sun started to sink beneath its covers and the moon came out for its graveyard shift.

Tucked back against a hill, the front half of her home protruded out from the side of the landscape with a slanted roof that disappeared into the earth. Squat in appearance, a short awning accented a pale green door that swung into a small entry way, littered with a collection of brooms, umbrellas, and buckets- some filled with varying colored substances and one with an bubbling fluid. Alsa appeared oblivious to the mess, but as the rest of the house began to unfold- Fenrir stared openly around her.

From the entryway they'd moved into a kitchen area, tightly packed into the left side of the house and equipped with an icebox down beneath the floor and a huge island counter, coated with aged spills soaked into the wood to dye it a rainbow of shades, most appearing to be green- or maybe that was the original paint color. On the floor, flasks were piled in boxes, while the cabinet door that hung open revealed that the cupboards were empty and unused. When his stomach grumbled faintly and the leopardess peeked into the ice box by pulling on a rusted, circular handle in the wooden panel, it swung open to show a trio of frogs, sliced down their middle with pus forming along the rough stitches that reclosed the cut, wrapped in thin cloth stacked on top of a ham sandwich wrapped in brown paper. Fenrir declined the sandwich when Alsa held it out in offering.

Following the kitchen, the house led into what appeared to be a living room, with a small fireplace filled with a pile of black ash but no wood and a small door, which according to Alsa led to the main room and bedroom down stairs within the hill they'd seen from outside. On one wall of the small living area extended a long bookshelf, stuffed with texts of different shapes, sizes, and textures though they all had a dust coating in common. The plump, overstuffed sofa hid beneath a fat, quilted blanket and an assortment of throwing knifes strewn over the seat cushion. A massive rug covered the floor, one end even bent and running up the wall several inches due to its overbearing size. The texture of the rug, skewed by littered papers, stacks of books, and sketches of various plants and creatures, appeared to be a chronicle of some legend, sketched out within comic-strip like boxes that faded into each other.

"Come, downstairs." Alsa instructed while she shrugged one shoulder towards the door that led to the rest of her home. The small doorway fell open with a drawn out creak and then settled against its hinges, open.

Fenrir ducked his head and trotted downwards through the doorway, stopping on a small landing half a flight down from where he'd began. Walking in, Fenrir noticed the room's size, massive in comparison to the tight space of the rest of the cottage. On the far left, a curtain hung half open to reveal the end of a oversized mattress, decorated with a spastic explosion of pillows, furs, and blankets. The right housed a lengthy table, strewn with notebooks and vials, but with less excess junk than the upstairs rooms. Adjacent to the table sat a strange bench, sturdy looking with a slightly curved top. Curious, Fenrir eyed the mount with obvious questioning.

Moving to a table, Alsa bustled from right to left, concocting an aromatic substance into a squat flask. "Go ahead and look around. There's a lot down here to see." While she worked, her hips and tail danced behind in a pendulum swing. For a long moment, both yellow eyes, instructed to look around, stayed locked in place on the snow leopard herself. Concentration held her like a lover in a tightly closed world of her own while the flask in front of her filled with a golden-tinted but otherwise clear liquid. As she began to cork the bottle with one hand and skim down the length of the instructions scrawled on a stiff piece of parchment with the other, Alsa felt the eyes on her back and flicked her tail beneath his chin. "Go. Look." She reminded sternly.

Head ducked down like a scolded pet, Fenrir shuffled off from the work table and over to a bookshelf flush to the wall. Unlike the shelving upstairs, the books on this shelf rested in orderly rows, spines stiff and upright. Tipping his head, the wolf skimmed over the titles: The Legend of Fenrir, The Binding of Fenrir, Demon of Destruction, Sun Devourer... Books focused on Fenrir himself lined the squat shelf and atop of the surface of the shelf, a basket housed rolls of parchment with the sketched lines of maps and further, handwritten accounts of legends.

"Why do you have all this?" the large wolf asked, with each item his eyes swept over adding to his overall curiosity.

A shoulder twitched from the desk and a piercing glance swung over the furred curve. "You're my project. Finding you wasn't easy. There was a lot of research to do. I had to sift through a lot of texts to find the ones consistent with what I believed was the facts." She paused, swiping a finger to catch a drop of the oil she swirled within the flask. "Those were the winners, so to speak."

As feline as it was, Fenrir felt curiosity itching at his mind before he shuffled closer to the table again and peered up towards the leopardess. "How did you find me? How'd you finally do it?" He rumbled upwards, though in his mind he wondered different questions, "Why you? How long did it take? Why didn't someone find me sooner?" Because, monster or not, Fenrir hadn't expected his condemnation into solitude nor had he believed he'd ever deserved it.

Alsa sighed, faintly while she set her bottle down and wiped both hands down the front of her tunic. Swiveling, she sank down onto the floor so that she sat on her knees, leaving Fenrir above her until he sank onto his stomach and flopped an oversized head into her lap. Dropping her hand onto his head in a frozen stroke, Alsa peered up towards a poster pasted to the wall above the bookshelf filled with myths. The paper frayed at the edges, yellowed through the light colors, and depicted Fenrir drawn in a tight cave with a single drop of red dangling from his fang from the sword parting his jaws. "Growing up, I listened to myths and legends every night- that was bedtime for a traveling gypsy family supported by a bard of a father. My mother was inconsequential to my childhood, fierce but distant." Her narrative paused, tremored, and her hand slipped down the thick fur of the beast's neck. "Each night it'd be a new story, a continuation of some god's life tracking through Greek, Chinese, Japanese, Roma, Norse. Hundreds of lifetimes that'd start when the crowds at bars began thinning and I began yawning, but for some reason out of all the stories, the binding of Fenrisulfr- a huge beast so huge and terrible, but who never really did anyone great harm, stuck with me. I made my father read it three days in a row. He could tell I was hooked so he snuggled up to some other bards in the stable we were crashed in, searched for tales, songs, ballads to sing of the tale..."

"For a year, we focused on your legend alone, but then it was my mother who told me that I didn't just have to read legends. From there, I started collecting the stories- skimming for facts that matched and began to track out the landscapes described. I worked with mapmakers and aged storytellers, we worked to lay out maps based on the stories and then compare them to modern maps, find similarities. At first, the search seemed endless, but each time I uncovered a fresh writing on the matter, one detail might fall into place that was consistent with someone else's vocal history, passed down through centuries till it was written down in a storybook." Her hand twisted gently in the mane that thickened around the base of his neck. Faintly, Fenrir's tail padded to the carpet. "You've always fascinated me, the realest legend."

Alsa's eyes refocused away from the memories of late nights with the smell of ale and sweet rolls wafting through the air around her father's melodic voice and back to the present where the light chill of afternoon filled the small, hillside cottage and one leg tingled with the start of sleep from the heavy skull on top. "Right. I must make a fire and then I'm ready." Alsa stated, dismissively extracting herself and headed to the small fireplace across from her bed, curtain fluttering when she brushed past. "Settle yourself on that bench."

Her paw jerked up in directive instruction and pointed towards the sturdy mount, though Fenrir had no context to name it as such. He eyed the shape, slightly lower on one end than the other, and trotted to the lower end where he rested his paws, pushing himself up onto the strange furniture. While he situated, warmth began to radiate out from the flickers of flame from the fireplace until the leopardess returned, giving small instructions until Fenrir rested atop the mount correctly.

"Good... Good..." Alsa crooned, though distractedly while two hands cradled the bottle from the table. Uncorking the vial, a faint fruit-bearing scent leaked into the room from the opened top, and soon flooded Fenrir's senses as Alsa spread the oil over her palms. Both leathery pads of her hands gleamed with the liquid before she leaned into the wolf's side and cupped both around his sheath and balls. The heat of her touch, coupled with the smooth oil of the potion, spread a tingling warmth through his groin that forced out a low whine. Both eyelids fluttered shut while he whimpered out another vocalization before his strong hips rolled into the mount in a strong humping motion, bucking forward while his tip began to emerge from the furred envelope of his sheath.

Shuddering to the hard surface of the mount, covered with a thin fur to avoid uncomfortable chafing, Fenrir clutched around it's curved shape with both paws while faint grunts filled the room with the blooming pressure in his balls, swelling as they grew from the oil of the potion. The spell of the potent potion made him swell with arousal, but then continue past the full size of his stiff, cherry-red cock and further. This effect would last through the day, affecting his swollen ballsacks as well that rested in two furred palms, soaked through with the magical substance.

"Ohharroooo..." Fenrir catcalled, lowering both ears to his head while he began to cry with canine pleasure before he stammered out his question in short, yippy sentences. "W-what is that!?"

Alsa chuckled; both her lips curled back in amusement while her eyes trained to the wolf in rapt attention. Under her gaze, he writhed to the stiff mount and made it wobble on the hard floor. In the constrained space of the underground room, his howls echoed back and the whimpers responded in the space- giving them an acoustic pornographic soundtrack to accompany the gentle touch of Alsa's steady hands, now stroking up the length of his stiff prick. Leaning behind him, she let her breasts press into the side of his massive body while she stretched out to let her lips tickle the back of his neck, as near to his ear as she could reach. "It's a potion, to make you more potent for me and to make you bigger, baby."

Fenrir bucked harder to the mount, grunting with soft exertion while both ears pinned back to his head. The pressure in his cock, throbbing through with each pulse of his heart, beat in his head rather than his chest. Every pound throbbed through his groin and up his spine, a burst of sharp intense pleasure with every beat. Once he reached his full length, both of the massaging paws on his length dropped and focused on the plump knot at his base. A tight squeeze held around the bulb, rubbing and pumping her hands in a pulsating level of pressure in her grip. As though her sex pumped over him, forcing his knot back and forth out of her tight passage, his paws shifted from a tight squeeze to only a loose, teasing grasp.

Swelling further with her intense teasing, Fenrir felt his throat dry with the hoarse panting ripping from his throat. Each second brought a fresh stream of whimpers, broken by the short, grunted gasps for air brought on by his grinding to the mount, imitating the natural motions of intercourse. But with a hand tightly teasing his knot while another began to roll his balls together, carefully holding them scooped together, Fenrir struggled to manage and instead slumped to the mount. His tongue flopped out from his mouth, saliva dribbling off the pink tip of the appendage while pre cum oozed out of the tip of his lower, pink appendage. His cock throbbed with need, bouncing against his stomach with each squeeze down on his knot until two, invisible hands joined the two visible paws holding onto him. Alsa's familiar spell returning to pump a hand down the length of his cock. Precum streamed out of the tip while his cock seemed to swell even larger, beating in time with his heart that pulsated wildly in his chest with the overstimulation from the snow leopardess.

Panting, his tongue dangled from his mouth and draped over the mount like a miniature blanket, flopping with a faint twitch with his hard inhales of breath and then fluttering with his exhales, as though he were too weak to make it dance in a canine waggle. Both ears relaxed from their tight grip and flopped over the top of his head, loose and forgotten on either side splayed out in exhausted ecstasy. Peering out from two heavy, drooping lids, Fenrir watched the wall of the cave hover in front of him, seeming to move with the dizzying effect of the sensations from his crotch.

All his blood focused on his groin while his knot suffered under Alsa's tormenting wave of pleasure. Between her two warm paws and the two invisible duplicates, Fenrir's crotch wasn't free from touch at any single moment. Constantly, a hand pumped down his shaft with another grip following close behind while another fondled his swollen balls and Alsa focused five fingers around his knot in an unrelenting massage.

Suddenly howling, Fenrir stiffened against the mount. Instantly, Alsa mumbled something under her breath in concentration as the prolonging spell and the collection bottle he'd experienced wove around them. At the same time, her hands both moved to grip his knot, tightly milking him.

Grunts of exertion filled the underground room as the large wolf rocked into her tight grip, trying to plunge his knot deeply into something and tie like nature intended; the tight grip she held tightened with each forward buck of his hips till the wolf whimpered pleasantly and a fresh streak of cum filled the clear collection flask.

Watching from above, Alsa saw each twitch of his cock bring a fresh spit of jizz across the surface of the collection vestibule, cross hatching the side till it seemed to be a murky, white bottle. The rich scent of musk began to fill the room and Fenrir started to slump to the mount, though his cock continued. Rope after rope of cum sprayed out into the bottle, pooling in the bottom and slowly building up on itself until the bottle sloshed heavily with cum up to the halfway mark and only a trickle leaking in from above. At last, Fenrir felt his cock begin to go limp- knot pulsing with a lingering feeling of pleasure from his release.

The huge wolf lay over the mount, tongue laid out and twitching with weak breathing while even his tail went loose behind him, swaying slightly with his contentedness but otherwise to burnt out to wag. His deep eyes were open, though droopy, and he searched for Alsa as she gathered the collection vestibule and moved back to the workbench, quickly pulling out a stiff piece of parchment as she began to scribble notes from the experience before spreading his cum out into small vials. She filled three oddly shaped, slender bottles before capping the large storage container and setting the three vials in a small holder. While she worked, she hummed faintly and idly rubbed herself into the table in front of her- crotch buzzing with excitement after watching the wolf's pleasurable finish.

"You're horny." Fenrir rumbled, sniffing for her feminine scent on the air. A faint blush colored the skin beneath the snow leopard's fur, but she didn't argue against his statement. "Come here; I'll help."

Alsa smiled weakly with only the corner of her mouth turning up, but she turned towards him and shuffled forward till his nose bumped into her soft thigh. "You liked watching me..." Fenrir stated with a hint of amusement in his deep baritone voice. The lustful gravel of his tone sent chills down the feline's spine and it showed in a dancing blush through her fur. The pink of her cheeks' heat only showed where her fur was white, giving her face a pink pattern jumbled within her markings.

Despite her embarrassment, she nodded, and a warm, wet tongue lapped over the surface of her leather leggings. Teasingly, she could feel the pressure of his tongue's presence without the intimate feeling of its slick surface lapping over her sex. Her clit throbbed hard beneath the constricting garment, and formed a faint bump for Fenrir to find with his tantalizing tongue.

Determinedly, Fenrir grinded his tongue into the bump of her clit beneath the fabric. The fleshy appendage swirled over the covered nub, pushing down into it and slipping away. He could feel her pulse with his tongue curled over the damp leather before he leaned up and teased the point of a fang over the telling nub of her joy buzzer. Instantly, she moaned with the first touch sharp enough to be felt clearly. Her knees wobbled in her standing position, and two hands fluttered to grip the mount.

"You want more, don't you?" Fenrir questioned, speaking with his lips grazing and buzzing against her clothed crotch. "You want to feel my tongue on your skin- not on your pants."

Blushing deeper and with her task forgotten, Alsa bobbed her head yes. Her tail behind twitched madly, impatiently swatting between her legs as if it'd relieve the pressure there.

Fenrir grinned wide with an array of teeth: fangs and canines, some straight and some jumbled. "Good. Then take them off." His own tail had begun to sway back and forth, slow and lazy as though he planned to take his time with the needy feline. For a moment, with his grin swimming in front of her, Alsa glimpsed the Fenrir of the storybooks with rows and rows of teeth to break through any chain, and the sight excited her.

Shimmying her hips, Alsa worked the leather britches down the curves of her hips and thighs till they bunched together and rolled in a bundle down. Past her knees, the fabric created a tight roll, but Fenrir didn't wait any longer for the feline. Instead, his oversized tongue pushed out to cup around the mound of her sex. Warmth instantly spread through her groin, followed by the wet slickness of his long slurp. Faintly, Alsa released a gasp while her hips rocked forward to bring her closer to his lapping tongue. A muffled whimper slipped out before Fenrir's impatient muzzle nudged her legs apart, and opened her lower lips slightly to give him ease of access. Then, with tortuous slowness, the tip of his tongue drew back towards his mouth from the opposite side of her. The tip pushed between her soaked lower lips while the fur of her thighs tickled the top of his head and the surface of his cheeks. Keeping his muzzle steady, Fenrir dug his tongue up into the girl's snatch.

Alsa cried out again, whimpering while she ground herself needily down against his tongue. The fur of her thighs twisted and created peaks and valleys like a soft, white ocean of fur while true waves of her tangy sexual fluids seeped into the mused fur. Gripping tightly to the mount, Alsa felt her cheeks heat further while her chest rumbled with a delighted purr against her attempt at self control.

"Gods..." She hissed, tightening her grip on the mount while her knuckles paled beneath their fur coating. Her claws pushed out from their hidden sheaths and dug into the fabric.

From between her thighs, Fenrir chortled deeply. "No gods here. Just me." His cold nose nuzzled to her clit, almost feigning an affection rub when in fact the aggressive grind sent a fresh wobble to her knees and filled the room with a new squeal of pleasure.

Alsa giggled, but the sound petered off weakly with her hoarse breathing. The tongue inside her pushed deeper, writhing to her sensitive g-spot while every exhale from the canine's snout washed teasingly over the flesh of her sex and her joy buzzer in particular. Alsa's tunnel started to constrict around the invading appendage, clamping down on the pink snake before she stiffened in place and choked out a faint mewl.

Then, she climaxed. The hard rush of female cum sprayed out over Fenrir's nose and soaked his muzzle while of low cry of delight escape the girl in the midst of her release. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed back, a mirror of her orgasm.

Panting, Alsa glanced down at the beast between her legs. His own eyes showed the exhaustion he hid behind his seductive voice earlier, but now couldn't hide in the aftermath of his own massive orgasm.

"Come on..." Alsa guided, moving back shakily to stumble towards her low bed before collapsing onto the pillow of furs on top. Equally disoriented, Fenrir followed and splayed over the remaining space before dropping his head onto the girl's plush bottom while her tail curled around his neck as if a ghost hugged him.

Sleepily, the snow leopard purred and closed her eyes while hand hand reached to pet the wolf's muzzle. "I'm glad I found you... Fenrisulfr... Now... I'll have to write a new legend: The Return of Fenrir."