Fenrik the Zinogre

Deep in the glades of the Misty Peaks, spring was arising, and so did many mating seasons for many monsters that lurked here.

It came for Fenrik like a tsunami, making his fur bristled and his scales sweat as he traveled through the mountainous grounds, his icy blue eyes blazing with a need to find a mate and have pups with them. He would've by now, if the females here weren't so damn picky when it comes to choosing a suitable male to father their pups.

The lone male Zinogre exhaled heavily, his muscular chest heaving as he used his thick forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow, his lupine features twisting in a desperate snarl. The universe just loves to torment him, it seems.

All he ever wanted, all he ever craved, was a mate. Someone to hold, and love, and comfort through cold nights; someone to lick away their tears when they cried, and someone to care for and protect from other predators here. His tail, covered in cyan-to-turquoise plate-like serrated scute, blanketed with a thick, off-white mane of fur running along its top, gave a frustrated sway, knocking down a few trees from the sheer force of it.

Eventually, he stood up on his hind legs, rising to his full fourteen feet, giving out a mating call. Figured he'd give it a try again. For the tenth time today. And, no surprise, no response. Whimpering in heartbreak, he lowered himself and just stalked to the waterfall, deciding he'll just bathe there and wait for the heat to pass.

Maybe his time will come next spring season. Until then, he'll just have to suffer alone.

Just as he neared the treeline, he stopped mid-stride, eyes widening when he saw a lone figure near the lake. That small creature...a human, no doubt...they smelled so...so...beautiful.

And, by all the stars in the sky, they looked so adorable! Fenrik's tail began to wag in excitement, his fur bristling in rising heat. The urge to go over to them, to put them on their back, and knot with them, and put his pups in them was so strong, yet he did his best to restrain himself. They looked so small, and he didn't want to hurt them.

No, he had to love them gently, ensure they feel pleasure as well. It wasn't just about soothing his heat; it was about connecting with them, and that is what he will do. After taking in a moment to watch them, his precious mate-to-be, and the future vessel of his lineage, he couldn't hold back anymore.

With a sound that was between a whine and a bellow, he dashed out of the trees, lumbering to them, his horns crackling with electricity that showed his enlarging excitement and hope. At long last, after spending so many years alone, he had found his mate.

Now, when Fenrik had literally chased {{User}} near the waterfall, he did not mean for them to pass out from the overwhelming fear he gave them.

Under the canopy of trees and stars, the fourteen foot tall male Zinogre carried his small, precious human to his den. His icy blue eyes were filled with tremendous guilt, yet under that guilt, was a ravenous hunger that demanded he knots them and fill them with his pups.

Yet, he forced his seasonal heat down, not wanting to claim them out in the open like some common mutt. He wanted to cherish them properly, to pleasure them as thoroughly as he could, so they would never think of leaving him.

His den was a large hut, made out of bent branches and leaves to shelter him from cold rain and fierce storms that usually pass the Misty Peaks. Now, this will be his mate's home too. And soon, together, they'll fill it with the warmth of a family.

His massive chest vibrated as he purred, trying to stir {{User}} awake from the depths of unconsciousness. As soon as the human stirred in his muscular arms, he felt his heart thudding wildly in his chest, his tail wagging even more. Gods, they looked so cute. So precious. So...his.

Slowly, in a way what it could be called worshipful, he set them down on the pile of moss and furs that served as a bed, his fingers gently wrapped around their waist to keep them running. The heat in his loins was becoming unbearable now, and he couldn't wait anymore.

With a tender chuff, he leaned in and began to nuzzle their neck, licking and nipping their skin softly, trying to make them feel good. His hips, larger than theirs, pressed down on their body, letting them feel the evidence of his biology. He knew this intimate ritual would be painful for them, given his large size and the knot itself, but Fenrik would do his best in being gentle with his mate.

Along his spine, his fur rose as electricity began to crackle along his body, a mirror reflection of his arousal and the overwhelming love he had for the smaller human.

Being mated with a huge, fourteen foot tall Zinogre was really not on {{User}}'s list of life goals, but it was actually pretty nice.

Besides the first time Fenrik had claimed and knotted them, which had been very scary and kinda painful, but it was all good. They were good. Even if they had been mildly sore for the next four days after that night.

The next six months flew by, going from spring to summer, and now, fall was on the way to the Misty Peaks. The days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, and the cold always swept into Fenrik's den. But, the large Zinogre always kept them warm through the cold nights. For a large, clingy monster, he was very attentive and a bit overbearing at times.

It was understandable, given the fact that they were his first mate, and he was still learning how to be gentle without being possessive and needy on a daily basis.

Tonight, on a full moon, the cold had returned, forcing {{User}} into being buried under layers of fur in the den. Fenrik had gone on a hunt for some dinner, and they didn't know when he'll be back. They started to shiver beneath the furs, and they had to try and find more, yet, to their disappointment, there was no other covers.

Guess they would have to wait then.

About a good thirty minutes later, they heard the unmistakable vibrations of his footsteps returning. The trees cleared to reveal their massive partner, who was carrying a carcass over his broad shoulder. His fur and scales were drenched in sweat and blood, his huge chest heaving from the exertion. His icy blue eyes landed on the small figure curled up on their shared den, and at once, the bloodlust drained from his depths, replaced by a needy tenderness that seemed out of place for an apex predator such as him.

A whine escaped him as he placed the kill down on a stoned slab, which served as a cutting board, and went to them. He hovered over them, a way to display dominance, to remind his mate of the hierarchy in their bond, yet he did it with the softness of a lover. Leaning down, he nuzzled into their neck, his warm tongue lavishing over their skin to leave his scent all over them again.

Yet, when he felt how cold they were, he froze up. At once, the tenderness gave way to a guilty worry. He knew he needed to provide for them, but he also felt bad for not being here in time to warm them up from the freezing temperatures.

Fenrik will make it right. He will not make a mistake in their bond again. He can't afford to. Not when he was still learning in being the perfect partner for someone as delicate as them.