Chapter 46: Fulfilling the bet

**Chapter**

Fafnir and Griselda sat on the cold, hard ground, slowly exchanging cups of wine. The dim light reflected off the walls of the old cave, casting long shadows across their faces. The heavy scent of wine mingled with the faint smell of sweat left from the earlier battle. Fafnir raised his cup, the red liquid gleaming inside it, then lowered it slowly and fixed his gaze on her with calm eyes that hid smoldering embers behind them.

He spoke in a low, rough voice:

“So… are you ready to honor the wager?”

Griselda lifted her head slowly. Her cheeks flushed a warm pink, and her long black hair lay slightly tousled around her nearly bare shoulders. She looked at him with dark, luminous eyes, then answered in a quiet voice that trembled at the end:

“Very well… a deal is a deal. I lost, so do whatever you want with me.”

Fafnir did not hesitate. He moved toward her in a swift, decisive motion, lifted her chin with his rough, warm fingers, and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were hot and firm at first, then softened as they devoured hers. Griselda startled and instinctively tried to pull away, but her body stopped the moment she remembered the wager. She surrendered, beginning to return the kiss slowly, then with growing urgency, as if her body were suddenly waking.

Fafnir continued devouring her lips with clear hunger, then slid his hot, wet tongue into her mouth. It was thick and commanding, exploring every corner, tasting the lingering wine on her tongue. Griselda hesitated for a moment, then met him with her own. A silent, heated battle erupted between their tongues—each wrapping around the other, pushing and sucking—while their mixed saliva trickled down their chins. The moment stretched into long, heavy seconds until they finally broke apart, panting audibly, thin strands of saliva still connecting their lips for an instant before snapping.

Griselda looked at him with open lust. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen and reddened from the intensity of the kiss. She spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:

“I think we should find a better place before we continue.”

Fafnir smiled slowly, revealing sharp white teeth, and nodded.

“Let’s open a cave in the nearest mountain. And I believe you still carry a bed in your spatial ring, as before.”

Griselda nodded in agreement, her eyes still fixed on his mouth.

They flew together toward a nearby mountain. The cold air brushed against their partially bare skin as they soared. Fafnir used his immense power to split a wide cave into the solid rock, sending small shards of stone flying through the air. They entered and sealed the entrance behind them with a massive boulder. Absolute darkness claimed the space, and the damp scent of stone filled their nostrils.

Fafnir raised his hand. A small sphere of fire condensed above his palm, glowing like a miniature sun in orange-gold light. He sent it toward the ceiling, where it settled and illuminated the entire cave with a warm, gently shifting glow. The rough rocky walls appeared, and long shadows began to dance across the floor.

Griselda waved her right hand. Suddenly a massive bed materialized in the center of the cave, as if it had grown from nothing. It was crafted from the dark wood of a cosmic tree, carved with intricate patterns, strong enough to withstand a blow from a Bronze Immortal. Atop it lay a thick mattress covered in vivid red silk sheets that shimmered under the small fire’s light and cascaded down the sides like a waterfall.

Fafnir turned to her, the firelight clearly outlining the lines of his muscles. He spoke in a low, sensual voice that trembled slightly:

“Now we can continue without anyone disturbing us.”

Griselda closed her eyes for a moment, as if gathering her courage, then opened them and nodded. She walked toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. Her hips swayed slightly with each movement, and her long black hair rippled behind her. When she reached the edge of the bed, she waved her hand. Her torn clothes dissolved into fine silver dust that drifted through the air like smoke, revealing her completely naked body under the warm light.

She possessed a figure that was alluring and intensely sensual. Her breasts were large and full, round and heavy, swaying gently with her breathing, crowned by firm, protruding pink nipples. Her waist was slender and toned, accentuating the curves of her hips. Her legs were long, thick, and muscular, ending in relatively small feet. Her buttocks were prominent, full, and firm—round, with flesh that looked soft and yielding. The lips of her sex were plump and pink, partially closed, and her pubic hair was short, black, and neatly trimmed into a small, elegant triangle.

Fafnir nearly lost control completely at the sight of her. He drew a deep breath that made his chest rise, then stepped toward her with the slow gait of a predator. His own clothes dissolved into dust as well, revealing his perfect body under the light. His torso was muscular and well-proportioned, his skin pure white, almost translucent over the veins. His chest was broad and covered in clear muscle, his six-pack abdomen sharply defined. His legs were strong and powerful. When Griselda’s gaze fell upon his cock, she froze for a moment and swallowed hard. It was thick and long—nineteen centimeters—standing rigidly erect, its swollen pink head slightly glistening, rising like a spear ready to thrust.

Fafnir came to stand before her. She slowly lifted her head to meet his sharp blue eyes, and they fell into kissing again with even greater hunger. Their tongues battled more fiercely now, while Fafnir’s hands moved over her body, exploring every curve. His rough fingers traced her soft skin, while her own hands roamed across the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen, feeling the elevated heat of his body.

He took her heavy breasts in his large hands and squeezed them—gently at first, then with greater force. Griselda felt their soft flesh compress between his fingers and released a muffled moan from her throat:

“Nnhh…”

Then he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging them lightly before increasing the pressure. She moaned again through the kiss, her voice trembling:

“Ahh…”

He broke the kiss suddenly and bent down. He took one of her pink nipples into his hot mouth and began to suck strongly, swirling his rough tongue around it, occasionally nipping it gently. Griselda felt a hot current race from her breasts down to her lower belly. Her moans grew louder:

“Ahh… nnhh… ahh…”

After long moments he released the nipple. It was now bright red, swollen, and shiny with his saliva. He began kissing her neck slowly, sucking on the soft skin and leaving faint red marks, then suddenly turned her around by force so that he faced her back. He kissed the nape of her neck from behind and slowly worked his way downward, kissing every inch of her smooth, warm, unblemished brown skin. His tongue traced wet lines along her spine while his hands held her slender waist.

He continued until his face was level with her large, firm buttocks. He gazed at them for a long moment under the light, as if wanting to burn the image into his memory forever. The soft flesh trembled slightly with her breathing. Then he suddenly pressed his face hard into the yielding flesh, causing delicious ripples beneath his cheeks and nose. He inhaled her deep scent and said in a rough, hoarse voice:

“Lift your leg and put it on the edge of the bed.”

She obeyed without a word. She slowly raised her right leg and rested it on the solid wooden frame, fully exposing her beautiful sex and the small, shiny pink opening of her anus. The lips of her sex were slightly swollen and wet, a thin strand of her glistening nectar trailing from them.

Fafnir attacked her sex with his tongue at once, like a starving man. He licked her pink lips slowly at first, then faster, tasting her sweet, slightly salty nectar, sucking hard on them, even gently biting until they grew redder and more swollen. Griselda moaned with clear pleasure, her voice rising in the cave:

“Ahhh…”

He continued licking and sucking for long minutes, burying his face between her legs, breathing her in, while her moans filled the space and echoed off the walls:

“Ah~ oh~ mmm…”

Then he pulled back slightly and moved his tongue toward the small, tight pink ring of her anus. He pressed his tongue against it firmly, trying to push inside, sending a violent shiver racing through her entire body from the base of her spine to the tips of her toes. She turned her head toward him, her voice dripping with lust and delicious pain:

“Not there… ah… oh… it’s dirty there…”

Fafnir answered while continuing to dig with his wet tongue, his voice muffled against her flesh:

“There is no dirty place on your body. Don’t worry.”

He kept licking her anus with growing enthusiasm, pushing the tip of his tongue in and out, while one of his hands gripped her raised thigh tightly. Suddenly, after moments of this exquisite torment, Griselda came hard against his face. Her whole body shuddered, and she cried out in a loud, broken voice:

“Ahhhhh~ mmm!”

Her nectar spilled onto his chin and cheeks. Fafnir wiped his face on the red silk sheets, then slowly stood and moved closer until the hot, slick head of his erect cock touched her wet sex. He whispered in her ear in a rough voice trembling with desire:

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to enter you now.”

She nodded, breathing rapidly, her eyes half-closed.

He slowly rubbed the thick head of his cock against her sex, from her short black pubic hair down to her anus, spreading her wetness over himself. Then he aligned it perfectly at her entrance and thrust forward with one decisive, powerful stroke. His cock buried itself completely in a single push, stretching her tight walls mercilessly. Griselda cried out from the sharp pain, tears welling in her eyes, her nails digging into the silk sheets.

After a few moments of deep breathing, she said in a trembling, broken voice:

“You can move now… the pain is gone.”

Fafnir began to move his hips slowly at first. His thick cock slid in and out, dragging her inner walls with it, then driving deep until it brushed her cervix. Griselda moaned with every thrust, her voice rising and falling:

“Ah… ahh… mmm…”

He gradually increased his speed. His powerful hips slammed against her full buttocks again and again, making them ripple violently under the impacts, the soft flesh quivering. The cave filled with the sound of flesh striking flesh and her successive moans:

“Ah… mmm… oh…”

After dozens of deep, violent thrusts, Fafnir felt himself on the edge of climax. He increased his speed even further, until her buttocks distorted under the harsh impacts and then sprang back to their round shape over and over. Sweat gleamed on his back and chest. He drove forward one final time with tremendous force, burying his cock to the hilt, and poured his hot, thick seed into her womb in strong, successive pulses.

They both groaned deeply together:

“Oh…”

“Mmm…”

He continued cumming inside her for several long moments, his body shuddering, while Griselda felt the warm liquid filling her from within. Then he slowly withdrew, his cock still pulsing. The excess of his thick white seed flowed out of her slightly open sex, spilling over her thighs and onto the cold ground beneath her.

Fafnir stood behind her, breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling heavily, while Griselda remained bent over the bed, her entire body still trembling lightly from pleasure and exhaustion. Her black hair was scattered across her back, and the vivid red silk sheets were stained with dark patches from what had overflowed from her.