Miron's Journey: Godly Encounter
#1 of Mirons Journey
Miron just stood their staring at the shadowed creature before him. His couldn't do anything else but blink, eyes locked on the figure. He wanted to say something, but as he opened his mouth all he could do was express an inaudible noise. The shadowed outline stepped forward, exposing itself to a little more light, revealing a large sleek gray wolf. Miron's sweat grew with more ferocity as he couldn't help but notice the feral creature's beauty and stature. His presence seemed to produce an ominous feeling of strength and power. He couldn't think of anything else, this was none other but Fenras himself, god of fertility and esper of water. Miron soul sank as a million thoughts came crashing into his head. His knees buckled instantly as he fell face forward to the ground. His eyes started to well up with tears as his hands desperately grasped at the loose dirt.
"Please My Lord! I have tried to stay true to your ways and your teachings. I am not ready to leave this world yet", the human cried out in desperation, thinking certain that this was his judgment day. His face was like a waterfall now as tears poured from his eyes. The gray wolf silently moved forward as other wolves jumped out of the shadows.
"Foolish Mortal. I don't intend to reap your soul, instead I came here to give you a blessing", uttered Fenras. Slowly the sleek dark wolf moved closer to Miron as the rest of the pack took their place lying down upon the dirt from a distance. Looking down upon the mortal, Fenras slightly lowered himself and gave Miron a gentle lick on the forehead. Instantly a wave of peace wash over Miron, and as fear transformed into confidence, he felt the need to look up into the face of his Master.
"Rise My Child", Fenras said. Miron was still apprehensive at looking into the face of his god, but cautiously he did tilt his head upwards, expecting to see a large stoic face. Instead, he saw what seemed to be a well-muscled human figure except covered in gray fur, and his head was that of a wolf. He then saw the blank stare of his master. "My Lord", Miron said skittishly as he looked into Fenras' emotionless eyes.
"I hope my form is more acceptable, because I request a task of you", Fenras said to him.
"Yes My Lord", Miron said as he bowed again, touching his face back down to the ground. "A task my master, am I ready", Miron continued saying as he came back up to look at the wolf again. His eyes were now staring into his, penetrating him, piercing his soul. Miron almost felt as if he was caught in some sort of spell or enchantment, as he looked even deeper into his god's eyes.
"I wouldn't ask you, if I though you weren't ready" Fenras said, as he extended a paw and lightly touched Miron's face. Miron grabbed his deity's paw as he then closed he eyes and began to rub his face against what little fur was on his hand. Then, with an enormous burst of energy, Miron fell toward his god, wanting to feel more of the soft fur. For some strange reason this exhilarated him as carnal feelings for his god started to take over his emotions. Opening his eyes Miron saw a fully erect cock. His mind seemed to utter a voice, a whisper advising him, urging him to grab a taste. Miron then moved reluctantly forward a little, taking a deep breath. Immediately his senses were overcome by the wolf's musk and it seemed that any inhibitions he had melted away.
"What is it that you ask of me, Master?" Miron said, this time his voice seemed to have changed in demeanor, as he stared at his deities manhood.
"What do you think", Fenras said. Miron moved forward eagerly now, lapping at the cock in front of him as a massive amount of pleasure came over the young human and his body ached for the wolf's touch.
"That's right, give yourself to me, enjoy my cock" Fenras stated. Everything seemed unreal to Miron at the moment. Fenras kept his hand on Miron's head, encouraging him to press his tongue up against his cock, licking it up and down his massive shaft. Miron could feel his lust rising, the more his tongue lapped up Fenras' manhood the more Miron wanted to taste his cum. Miron would sometimes make an occasional glance upward only to see his deity smile and push him further. Though this didn't phase Miron, his mind seemed to loose all conscious as though the world around him faded away. He heard no moans or howls from his Master. Miron's cock became painfully hard as his lust within him grew further. The stirring in his loins became hard and pushed against his pants. Quickly his hands reached for his drawstrings and with one strong push, pulled his drawers down exposing his full manhood. Miron then grasp his cock with his right hand and began stroking. His mouth and hands were soon occupied as his own pleasure grew at an exponential rate. Every stroke and every touch sent his body into shivers as every lick to his Master sent his body in a state of blissful ecstasy. Impulsively, Miron opened his mouth wide, trying to engulf Fenras' shaft. That's when the unexpected happen. There was no howl or no whimper. He felt his master's cock twitch suddenly as large jets of cum rushed into Miron's mouth. Miron instinctively swallowed his load, savoring every last drop and each gulp drove him more over the throws of passion. His hand soon became practically still as he felt his seed rising. As quickly as his deity came Miron came, with each spurt of his own cum his body convulsed in pleasure. His maw soon separated itself from Fenras' cock as Miron howled.
"You are now one of my Chosen" Fenras echoed as he looked down upon his follower. Instantly, Miron opened his eyes still feeling his dick cumming, his body convulsed in his bed and wave of pure pleasure shot through his body again and again. Eventually the orgasm died and Miron laid there, still in his bed. His breathing was heavy as he now smelled the strong musky air of his own cum. He didn't want to get up, get out of bed and start tending to his crops. Miron stood, getting himself out of bed, looking around lazily, and seemingly trying to adjust to his surroundings. He was surrounded by walls now, no wolves, no trees, no grass beneath his feet. He felt weird and out of place. Not wanting to stay at his place, Miron put on some clothes, to which he felt a little uncomfortable in for some reason, and then headed out the door. As he headed out the door, he felt that his muscles were a little sore, as if they had been overworked from the previous day. Miron though about it for a bit but passed it off. He must have worked harder the previous day than he realized.