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My entire body flushes. “Not necessarily…” I say, but before I can get any other answer out, Fenrother is caging me on the bed, sending the empty cup and platter containing the teapot clattering away from us both.

“I think I know where it is, little mate, and I want to pleasure you.”

FENROTHER

Alice has a scent I can’t ignore. It is partially of the blood which flows from her and which I desire, and there’s something else.

Perhaps she likes the idea of me finding her clitoris as much as I do.

Having her under me is also good. I like looking down on her. I like the way she looks back at me without fear. She has never looked at me with fear since the first night I took her from the stone.

Most fear the Lambton Wyrm. Those who don’t fear the Wyrm are the ones who die first. But not my Alice. Her lack of fear makes my entire body vibrate with the need to shift into my other form.

Only I don’t want to. Not here, not now. I want to feast on her bleed, find her clitoris, make her call my name like she did last time.

I liked it when she did that. It made my pizzle go off and my mind go blank. My head has never been a nice space, and it made me like it, and her, a lot more.

I want to give her pleasure, a concept my text insists human females like, and one I have to perfect if I am to fill her belly.

Because lying beside her is not enough. Nor is sharing the same room. As Alice has told me, I have to sheath my pizzle in her and release my emission. The concept, initially odd, is growing on me, aided by my new text.

“Fenrother,” Alice breathes, “you don’t have to do this just because your text tells you.”

“My text tells me about you. It doesn’t dictate what I do about it,” I growl. “No one tells me what to do.”

I snuffle at her hair, following the long tresses spread over her shoulder down to the shirt she wears. One of mine again. I like that.

Peeling back the sheets, I see her legs are bare, and the scent of her gets stronger. The garments the wardrobe gave up for her are containing her bleed but not for long.

“I don’t want to make a mess,” Alice breathes as I pull them down and spirit them away.

The magic included within the things has ensured her bleed is captured, which I think she prefers.

“You won’t make a mess,” I rasp as she is exposed to me.

Her slit is still strange, her lack of pizzle less concerning now I know she is required to take mine. It has a little strip of fur above it, fur which is different from the hair on her head. I stroke a finger over it and Alice shudders.

I press her thighs further apart so I can inspect her for this clitoris. It is at her apex, or at least that’s what the text told me.

Alice releases a soft breath, and even though my hands hold her open, she shifts her position.

I run my tongue through her slit in an exploratory manner until I reach the top. There is a noticeable bump which feels good as I lap at it.

Alice grabs my horns.

I think I might have found the clitoris. Her hands on my sensitive horns make my pizzle strain against my pants, worse when she grips at me. Worse in the best way possible.

I twirl my tongue around the pearl of flesh. I nibble on it, enjoying the cries of delight from Alice, readily, greedily lapping up her blood and relishing the tang of something else she is producing.

My mate is delicious. A dish which I could consume over and over. Even better than the hogs or stags or chickens I eat. If perfection had a flavour, it would be Alice.

Her hips dip, and with a groan of my name, they fire upward as her body convulses, forcing more of her into my mouth. So much more.

“See, no mess,” I respond, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. “Why would I let any of you go to waste?”

ALICE

Fenrother’s attentions certainly help the cramps, and the tea he provides for me is welcome, as it seems to have some pain-killing properties. He keeps his distance for the remainder of my period, sleeping in the window seat and not following me to the bathroom, although I get the impression he wants to but is holding back. Initially he wants me to stay in bed while I have mymonthly blood, but he acquiesces to my suggestion that moving around is good for me.