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He dreamed. He often dreamed of freedom, but as the sun rose lightly over the clouds, as Fenrir slept gently snoring, he dreamed of seaman. His own, spilling like it once had. The lava-like cum burning the poor insides of whoever Fenrir took for his pleasure, or dripping upon the ground and leaving ash where once something was. Dreaming was a pleasure, his only pleasure left. Fenrir felt something, someone was nearby. It smelled of olive oil and a mix of various fruits, he hated it. It smelled like Greece had a fuck with Rome and forgot to clean up the residue left in its hair. He awoke, but he wasn't sure if he should have cared, most likely the tormentor that spread the disgusting substance upon him every day was returning, this time with a new perfume.

“Oh Fenrir, poor Fenrir."

That voice. That voice was like the smell, different. It was clearly Mediterranean, matching the smell in fruitiness, high and tender. Fenrir's head tried to turn behind himself, only to find he was restricted by the golden chains. Cursing, inwardly, he let a growl escape towards the general direction of the noise.

“Oh Fenrir, let your anger point towards those who have sinned against you, not your friend."

The voice, it came from a different direction now! Fenrir snapped his head forward so quickly it would spin if not for that bonds holding every piece of him firmly.

A man… no, not a man… a god. Skin fair, hair golden curly and slightly messy. Thin and in an animal fur robe that was clearly too big for him, dyed red.

“I can free you Fenrir."

Fenrir felt something else, something that only made his anger shoot all the higher as the gangly god's boots lightly crushed the snow under them, fear. His growling rose, it rose and it didn't cease. Much less when the unknown being before him kneeled only inches away from his maw… and his still erect cock.

“I can free you," He repeated, a slight crack now present in his voice that he failed to hide.

He rose his hands, slowly with much trepidation did they lightly grip those chains that held Fenrir's muzzle shut. He started slowly, unwinding the hard golden links with a strong reluctance until he realized Fenrir was no longer growling, just staring at him with much curiosity and a little anger. His pace quickened after that until what once firmly shut the wolf-god's maw now dangled from his mighty neck.

For a time they just stared at each other, the human-like god shivered slightly and bit down on his lower lip so hard as to draw blood.

“I… I am your ally,"

“What do you want?" Fenrir growled.

The man immediately fell backward, landing on his rump with a yelp and a thud. His voice, that growl, it sounded so terrible. It was the purest form of bestial gruff power known to nature: it was the voice of Fenrir, the voice of death.

I, I, I… I w-want to make a deal!"

The man held his hands up as if anticipating an attack, stuttering madly like a madman.

“Y-you would like to be free. I would much appreciate a new corpse!"

“Why shouldn't that new corpse be yourrrrrrsssss!?"

Anger was quickly building in Fenrir, not even he was sure why, but anger and hate seemed to be in his blood; no, it was his blood.

“Oh Fenrir, great Fenrir, you would lose your only ally. I have a hand in every pot, a coin in every purse. I can grant you the gods you wish dead along with your freedom… but only if you help me!"

His vicious stutter turned into random cracks that lined his wailing like a politician lines his pockets.

“Who are you?"

That growl, much weaker now but still strongly present in Fenrir's voice, it hurt the man's ears. It pain that was filled with fear… and a touch of some strange attraction.

“I-I'm." He paused, his blue eyes avoiding the firefly orange of the great wolf's in any way it can.

“My name is Antinous. I am a god in the Greco-Roman alliance!"

It started as a chuckle. But in little time did it evolve into a hearty laugh, throaty and wicked. Antinous had no idea how to react to Fenrir's sudden fit of giggles, so he just waited, flat on his rump and once again chewed on his lower lip.

“You would travel all this way just for a killer. There are plenty of assassins and sellswords in your lands!"

“None are as good as you at killing gods. Why risk my position and life on some halfling or minor god who doesn't know a sword from a cock…."

Antinous rose, a newfound courage growing in his heart, he raised a thin hand and gently trailed his finger around Fenrir's nipple. It was Fenrir's turn to not know how to react, so he watched with great interest.

“When I can have a real god-killer… and a real male?"

Antinous leaned in, before long Fenrir's dark nipple was before him, before his mouth. The lick was as gentle as his fingers, tender and slow. His tongue started just below it, dragging across thick tasty gray fur of Fenrir's chest before reaching the desired nipple.

It felt… good, really good. Fenrir had never given any consideration to his nipples before, they were useless points upon the male form; but by all the gods, this feeling was a warm ambrosia. He made something between a purr and a growl, both of clear pleasure.

“I can give you freedom, revenge, pleasure, and myself. Do we have a deal?"

“Yes." Fenrir exhaled without any reluctance in his voice, years of being denied the pleasure of spilling his great seed caused him to only focus on one thing: spilling it. Now he didn't care about revenge, about tasty foods or killing gods, all that mattered right now was cumming.

“Isn't there a warg that torments you my poor Fenrir, would you like to kill two birds with one stone?"

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“Fennnnnnnnnnrirrrrrrrrr!"

That voice, that damn shrill squeal. It bounced across the icy mountains, echoing horribly and letting everything in the area know of his presence. The warg held both a smile and a bowl of that lotion.

Oh to see that smile die was a pleasure, a damn good one. It would be a far better one, however, to rip that prick apart. A gasp, a gasp was quickly followed by the sound of pottery smashing upon the ground, breaking into pieces and sending the lotion splattering everywhere. He wouldn't move, couldn't move for a time. His suddenly heavy and panicked breathing was the only noise that could be heard now, save for an occasional gust of shivering cool air.

Where once a mighty, fearsome, ball of anger rested on his poor knees, there was a large pile of golden chains.

“Th-th-the gods. Oh Gods, protect me."

The fear was so pure, so perfect and primal. No matter how 'civilized' the warg played at being, no water how much he wished his brown coat of well-groomed fur would melt away and underneath a human stood; he still was a semi-feral wolf and a mortal, a beast.

“Cry out to them, Thaw!"

That voice, it was behind him. But it wasn't Fenrir's. It was much softer.

The warg snapped around, eyes meeting the slender Antinous, a smirk of smug satisfaction on his flawless face.

“Cry out to the gods, cry as loud as you can... for only one will answer your call. But not in a way you would enjoy."

“H-how do you know my name!?"

Something large... Something furry, something angry suddenly tackled the warg from behind. He slammed upon the ground with both a pained yelp. Claws, sharp as a sword they painfully raked across the warg's back. He screamed, flailing madly as a sudden and great burning pain manifested along with his shirt being carelessly ripped off of the squirming creature. Three bloody marks covered the length of his back and the red liquid soaked into his brown fur quickly.

Realizing the mortal could do nothing else in this position, he cried. Not even bothering to flail as he did once before, just softly wailing as tears made small puddles upon the ground.

“Do you know what I am going to do to you?" Fenrir made something in between a growl and purr, tightening his grip upon Thaw's arms and pushing his knees harder into the much smaller male's back legs, grinding him into the earth.

“K… kill me?" He cried.

“Yes. But do you know what I'm going to do first?"

It was all so sweet. Flexing his muscles for the first time, using his claws for the first time, being Fenrir for the first time in an amount of time far greater than he would care to consider.

“I am going take what I am owed,"

Frozen. Everything froze for Thaw for just half a second as he felt a great harsh poke not too far from his rump's entrance.

“No no no, please no!" Thaw's screaming was everywhere; it was sent in every direction he could twist his mouth towards to shout.

This continued for a long moment, Fenrir teasing Thaw, making him scream all the louder as he repeatedly jammed his member around his rump and occasionally rubbed his tip over the constantly clenching and unclenching entrance of his.

“Roman, I have an idea," Fenrir laughed to himself. In a gentle manner rather alien to him, he licked Thaw's head as a mother would her pup. Antinous would have guessed from his knowledge of and current interaction with the god that Fenrir was attempting to literally taste the fear that had wrapped the warg like a blanket, enjoy it in a more physical sense.

“Yes?" Antinous stepped forward, standing in front of the two and choosing to ignore that Fenrir either forgot and didn't care enough to call him by his name.

“Take his maw,"

“I would prefer to watch. I wish to save my lust for when we are alone, dear Fenrir,"

Fenrir looked slightly disappointed but didn't say anything as he returned his focus to Thaw. With little in the way of ceremony or lube, he entered the screeching warg.

That scream, so high pitched and pure. It was the first true scream of fear Fenrir had the honor of causing or even hearing in countless years. The warg's hole felt so... tight. Fenrir just smiled all the wider, jackhammering his penis into the unwilling rump before him. It was a slow process, every inch taken left Thaw madly crying all the harder, his screams echoing all throughout the mountains.

"Stooop! Oh by the Gods, please!"

"The Gods are the reason you're getting this in the first place!" Fenrir giggled, drunk on his power and completely forgetting the existence of Antinous.

Antinous stood in a state of both shock and a sense of attraction that only grew as the scene played out further. His mind flashed to something similar, but with him and Fenrir inside his grand Roman villa. Upon his king-sized bed with those cute pink sheets. Oh to be dominated by a force of nature and savagery, to toss caution away and be carelessly mounted and used... the idea filled him with such lust that his cock grew a firm hardness that sat expectantly in his robes.

"Oh... Fenrir...." Antinous whispered to himself, absentmindedly his hand gently rubbed over his clothed crotch.

Thaw's ass burned in so many horrible, painful ways. Fenrir's magic lava cum's heat and thus the amount of pain and burn damage it caused was determined by both Fenrir's will and his mood. His anger, his total hate of the worthless thing before currently roasting on his cock, it all culminating in cum as hot as melted down steel. And when he came, the great thick jet burned through Thaw's insides.

Thaw's last words weren't words, weren't noises close to human, they were screams of pure and utter pain, a pain that very few ever experience. As the last residue of cum squirted from Fenrir's cock, as Fenrir moaned in an open and strong pleasure, Thaw's eyes rolled in the back of his head, his voice dying in his throat.

Fenrir grunted as he attempted to pull out.

"Dammit, I knotted him!" Fenrir pulled back once again, snarling, his only success seemingly being the loosening of cum from the ruined asshole.

"I may be able to help."

Antinous kneeled before the two, ignoring his still hard member as he reached out a hand. Sticking two fingers just inside of Thaw's ass so as to place them on the mighty but now softish penis of Fenrir's. His mouth moved quickly, so quickly a mortal would not be able to read the silent words leaving his lips, Fenrir not even being able to. Fenrir felt something, a soft rumbling encased his cock and a yellow aura of energy surrounded the member. Barely a second passed before Antinous' hand returned to his side.

"Try it now," He commanded.

Fenrir did so, and in one big pull, his penis was free! Residue of his own cum rested glowing on the shaft, Fenrir took a pawful of snow and absentmindedly cleaned it with the pure white substance as his face gave Antinous a questioning look.

"My strengths have always been... unique," Antinous said, his voice soft and articulate.

"We should go, don't want to risk you getting back in those chains,"

"Are you doubting my ability to fight gods?" Fenrir growled.

"Of course not, but you aren't at your full power," Antinous sounding surprisingly calm despite the threat.

Fenrir frowned, that was true. Years and years of being bound and sexually tortured resulted in his skills in combat being a little rusty.

"I'll have a friend come and get us, he's a lot faster than any ship."

Fenrir raised an eyebrow, but didn't question, Antinous seemed to be worth trust, maybe even friendship.

The Roman shivered slightly as he pulled a small horn made of marble out of his robe. He put it to his lips and blew, a sharp, piercing whistle that slightly hurt Fenrir's sensitive ears, he didn't react to the noise however for fear of looking weak.

Within minutes after the horn was blown and place neatly back into Antinous' robes, a great series of flashes could be made out far away upon the sea in which the mountains overlooked. The flashing got closer with every blink of the eye and before Fenrir could even think to say anything, sudden flash blinded him temporarily, when he opened his eyes, he saw a man shaking hands with Antinous. The first thing he noticed was the man's legs, they were muscled ridiculously, clearly beyond that of a normal human. He wore a helmet of gold that strangely enough had two little wings sticking from both sides of the metal hat. The toga he wore was both thin and plain, save for the gold trimmed edges it had. Much like his hat, his sandals bore two little wings on each side as well, and his hair was golden, like Antinous'.

"A thousand thanks, Hermes!" Antinous' smile was almost contagious, Fenrir couldn't help but feel a little happy seeing him as such.

"Not an issue at all, barely five minutes here and back. And if you wish to show gratitude... well that can be saved for later, let's leave this awful place," Hermes smiled, holding out a hand that Antinous quickly took and another towards Fenrir, who realized he was still on his knees.

As he stood up he looked at the hand with clear hesitation, glancing between the two he reluctantly grasped Hermes' strong hand. As soon as he did so, another flash blinded his eyes.

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His eyes opened slowly, everything was blurry but quickly started forming into coherent images. He was on a large bed, pink sheets covered it and red blanket made of silk covered Fenrir up to his chest. Various smells filled his nose, fruits, oils, perfumes, and... meat. He sat up, sniffing around of the source of the yummy smell. He didn't have to look for long as it came to him, Antinous walked in the great bedroom wearing nothing save for a towel around his waist and holding a platter of various meats.

"You blacked out after we made it back here to my secret villa, Hermes said that was normal for one not used to his powers,"

Antinous smiled lovingly, placing the platter down on an end table next to the bed, he sat beside the still lying down Fenir, one leg hanging casually off the bed's side and the other he folded, knee pressing slightly into Fenrir's side. Fenrir didn't bother to rise up, everything just felt so nice and warm.

"I want to make you very happy, Fenrir. You deserve to be very happy," A gentle hand reached under the blanket, rubbing circles on the wolf's abs. His touch was so warm, so sweet, Fenrir had never felt anything like it before. Antinous picked up a piece of already cut steak with his bare hand, dragging it to Fenrir's maw while his other hand still caressed him.

"Will you let me make you happy?" He cooed, hanging the plump piece before Fenrir's closed mouth. It dripped with fermented juices and smelled of salt, Fenrir quickly shot his maw open, it already watering at the sight.

Antinous reached his fingers slightly into Fenrir's maw, placing the amazing piece upon his willing tongue. For a brief second the memory of how he was bound flashed in his mind: The God Tyr placing his hand bravely into Fenrir's maw as the golden chains were wrapped around the great wolf. Fenrir at the time was assured of his intelligence, he never thought any of the cowardly Gods would take his offer: he would willingly allow the chains to be placed upon him if a God would offer up their hand as forfeit, if Fenrir was unable to break the chains, he would swallow the God's hand. He was confident that he would break free with ease, as he had done every other time the Gods attempted to bind him. This time, however... The Gods had won.

That memory flashed away the instant the food touched his tongue, it was the best tasting meat he had ever had. Everything was perfect, the perfect amount of salt, pepper, various spices Fenrir had never tasted before! He eagerly wolfed it down, licking his lips in an attempt to catch as much residue of the steak piece as he could, thus resulting in a giggle from Antinous.

Fenrir was in somewhat of a pleasured haze, but slowly the thought of why he was freed in the first place came to the front of his mind, he looked into Antinous' eyes and directly asked: "Who do you want me to kill?"

Antinous smiled all the wider. "Patience is required here, my friend," Picking up another piece of steak and bringing it to Fenrir's mouth, he said: "I am a friend, correct?"

Fenrir took the piece and instantly swallowed it down, afterward displaying a firm smile of his own.

"After what you did, we are far more than what you human-types call 'friends' you are one of my pack,"

"You aren't at your full power and most likely won't be for a while. While I have you doubt in this state you could easily kill this Godling, he is surrounded by powerful friends. We must be careful and cunning in planning his end."

Antinous gently pulled himself to Fenrir, hugging his body and resting his head just under Fenrir's neck.

"You're a God... what are you the God of anyway?" Fenrir asked as he rested a paw on Antinous' hip, feeling his own member hardening.

Antinous chuckled: "The Roman God of Homosexuality."