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Sven wandered the snow-covered woodlands of Norway, a blizzard billowing around him. He didn't sign up for this, all he wanted was to take a hike in the country by himself and take in the natural beauty of his homeland. But no, here he was, stranded in a blizzard after staying out too late and wandering too far from any possible instantaneous rescue. Just my fucking luck, thought Sven. That's what I get for being so easily distracted by pretty sights. His parka, snow pants, and boots were now almost completely soaked through with snow as it melted on him. If he didn't find shelter soon, he'd be nothing more than a frozen Sven-sicle.

However, salvation soon favored him in the form of a deep cave.

“Oh, thank God!" Sven exclaimed, running as fast as he could into the depths of the cave. It was still cold, but it was better than freezing out there. Sounds of drops of water hitting puddles on the cave floor and wind howling echoed all around him. But it wasn't soon after until he realized something.

“Oh, fuck! I don't know how to make a fire!" he shouted, clutching his head and falling to his knees. “I'm going to die here, I'm going to fucking-"

“Such harsh language for a little one."

The voice, undoubtedly female, seemed to come from everywhere. Sven looked around in fear, looking for whoever was speaking.

“Hello?" he asked the unseen speaker. He heard what sounded like footsteps come from a tunnel on the far side.

“Are you lost too?" said Sven as he walked towards the tunnel, squinting to see. But as they neared each other, Sven's eyes widened in shock. In front of him stood a grey wolf, the size of a large draft horse, with a skull for a face. Blue orbs of light filled otherwise empty eye sockets, and tall ears stood erect on top of its head. Sven fell on his backside and scrambled backwards, fear taking hold of him.

“No! No! Get away from me!" he shouted as the skull-faced wolf advanced, keeping pace with his scrambling until he found himself trapped against a rock. Sven closed his eyes and prepared to meet his fate as the beast's head drew ever closer to his face...

But there was nothing. No fangs tearing at his throat, no blood gushing out of him. There was only a gentle touch and a crooning voice.

“Ssssshhhhh," crooned the skull-faced wolf as she nuzzled his cheek. Sven opened his eyes, relieved but confused. “There's no need to fear me, little one. I am what your legends call the Begjær-Ulf, the Wolf of Freyja. But you can call me Yvla."

“What?" asked Sven, now thoroughly confused.

“Surely you've heard of the legend of the Begjær-Ulf," said Yvla. “People lost in the wilderness suddenly happen upon a cave, inside which resides a giant she-wolf with a skull for a face. She offers warmth and protection, as well as a way home… for a cost."

“Um… what cost? Money, blood, my soul?" Yvla smiled, or at least as much a skull can smile.

“Can you think about what my name means? What I am, not my proper name, mind you."

Sven looked to his native language. Begjær-Ulf. The man's eyes widened with shock as he came to a realization: Lust-Wolf.

“Woah there," said Sven, his heart racing. “I'm not really sure about this. Besides, you're a wolf! An animal!"

“Do I look and sound like just a wolf to you?" said Yvla, flattening her ears and lowering her voice in a momentary fit of indignation. “Besides, when were you last with a woman? And I didn't get your name, dear."

“Never… and it's Sven." said Sven, scratching behind his head in embarrassment.

“Oh," chuckled Yvla as she once again neared Sven's face, whispering sensually into his ears and sending shivers down his spine. “Well then, Sven, allow me to show you how good it feels."

A prehensile black tentacle-like tongue ran up Sven's cheek, causing Sven to wince in fear. Yvla lowered her head to his parka, then grabbed it in her jaws and pulled, tearing it from Sven's body as he yelped in fear.

“Relax, little one. I already said I mean you no harm." said Yvla, doing the same to his pants and underwear, exposing his flaccid penis. She removed his boots, keeping her eyes on his member. Now completely naked, Sven could only shiver and breathe heavily as his mind struggled to process what was going on.

“You look cold, Sven," said Yvla, lowering her head to his exposed groin as Sven sat there, paralyzed with fear. “Here… Let me warm you."

Yvla nuzzled Sven's penis gently with the tip of her bony snout, causing the man to gasp in unexpected pleasure. Ylva chuckled at his reaction and began to lick, drawing her tongue up and down his shaft and curling it around his balls, hoping to coax him to hardness. And as much as Sven didn't want to admit it, it was working. Slowly and surely his penis began to grow and harden, his body betraying him.

“There we go," said Yvla, retracting her tongue. “Nice and erect. Still having second thoughts?" Sven was silent for a moment, averting her gaze before finally relenting.

“No." he said as Yvla smiled.

“Good," said Yvla. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Her tongue once again made contact with his shaft, this time coiling around it, stroking and twisting as Sven grunted.

“Oh, you like that?" said Yvla, stepping away from his crotch. “Well that's too bad. To feel any more, you're going to need to earn it. Stand up."

Yvla turned her back to the now standing Sven, who would've run away if not for the pleasure the legendary creature had provided. Looking back at him with a skull's version of a smirk, she wagged her tail, wafting her pungent and erotic scent in his direction. Lifting her tail and displaying her swollen lupine vagina, she backed up and stopped inches in front of Sven's face.

“Lick." said Yvla simply. Now fully fallen prey to her charms, Sven instantly closed the gap and began to lick and prod the lips and inner walls of Yvla's pussy.

“Ooh," moaned Yvla, shuddering in pleasure. “Haven't felt this in a while. You're doing good, dear." Sven continued servicing Yvla as she did him, running his tongue up and down and in circles within her as feminine juices oozed out, tasting as sweet as fresh fruit.

“Don't forget my-OH! Oh, yes… Oh, yes…" said Yvla as Sven lapped at her sensitive clitoris, the monstrous she-wolf shaking a hind leg as a dog would getting its belly scratched.

“Yvla," said Sven, stopping as Yvla sighed. “I need to be inside you."

“Oh," said Yvla teasingly as she turned to face him, laying him flat on the ground and rubbing his cock with the bottom of a massive forepaw. “Whatever happened to the timid man that was here not minutes before?"

“Yvla, please!" moaned Sven, savoring her soft touch.

“I'm not sure," teased Yvla. “How much do you want me?"

“I want you so badly, Yvla, just please, I need you to fuck me!" The pawjob suddenly stopped as Ylva let out a seductive chuckle, stepping over Sven, his head only coming up to her chest.

“Because you said please…"

She dropped her hips, Sven's cock penetrating the velvety depths of Yvla's pussy. The skull-faced wolf began to move her hips up and down, riding Sven's cock slowly. Ordinarily Sven wouldn't want something as big as a Clydesdale on his groin, but his seduced state and Yvla's gentleness made him forget that and focus only on the pleasure she brought him. A few minutes passed before Sven grabbed hold of Yvla's body and began to thrust upwards into her rises and falls.

“Are you close, my dear?" said Yvla.

“Yes!" moaned Sven as Yvla chuckled.

“Then hang on, little one." Yvla began to ride him hard and fast, being careful to not break his pelvis and legs in the process. They moaned together as their respective orgasms neared, building and building until they burst forth. Sven released his white hot cum into Yvla's pussy, which in turn gushed with a river of her own feminine cum. All the while, they thrashed and howled in ecstasy, one figuratively and the other literally.

They panted, maintaining their position for a few moments as Yvla ground her hips with Sven's cock still inside her before rising, his still erect and cum soaked shaft flopping onto his crotch and lower stomach. She laid down on top of him, enveloping him in heavenly soft and warm fur.

“Consider your price paid, little one." panted Yvla as Sven stroked her body, enjoying the feeling of her fur immensely.

“Yvla-" started Sven.

“Sssshhh," crooned Yvla. “Shut your eyes and sleep. Sleeeeep…" The warmth and Yvla's soothing voice getting the better of his tired mind, Sven closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber…

***

Sven snapped awake with a gasp. He rose to a sitting position, finding himself in his bedroom. The sun was rising, and the blizzard had long past. His clothes were neatly folded on the dresser, as if they had never been touched. He remembered Yvla and how good she made him feel. But, thought Sven. What if it was all just a dream? Doubt filled his mind and heart, until he had an idea, a smirk on his face. Maybe I should get lost again… just to see.