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Hold her, care for her, protect her.

I cannot sleep, not while I have Alice in my arms. I cannot sleep while the rest of the Yeavering might want to take her from me.

I cannot sleep while she is at risk. While she might already be carrying my young. While she sleeps and while she is defenceless.

I can never sleep again.

ALICE

Fenrother is sprawled beneath me, his eyes closed, his long lashes sweeping the iridescent scales on his cheeks, and his chest rising and falling as he slumbers.

I guess I must have virtually passed out at some point after discovering I couldn’t move from Fenrother’s cock. It was trapped inside me and every movement tugged on my insides. We were locked together somehow. I can’t imagine Fenrother knew how either, although he seemed fine with it. Even if it quite clearly isn’t an everyday occurrence to him.

While I was out, Fenrother cleaned me up. I feel dry and not even slightly sticky down below. Maybe that’s the reason for the smile on his face.

His gorgeous unguarded smile, not his strange hitched fang-revealing one, not a grimace. His entire face looks different in sleep, softer, more handsome in an ethereal way. Definitely not dinosaur. Definitely not Wyrm.

Of all the things there are in the Yeavering, I just slept with a Wyrm. A monster who is one because of the way he was raised.

Fenrother snorts, bats his hand at his nose, and his eyes flicker open.

“Hi,” I say.

“Alice,” he replies. “You are not a dream.” His voice rasps with sleep.

“I’m very real.”

The smile on his face broadens as he stretches beneath me. “I know.”

He didn’t know. He expected to wake alone. My heart patters in my chest, drumming as if it wants to soothe my great Wyrm. To reassure him he is not alone, not anymore.

Does this mean…I want to stay?

I can’t make any decisions right now, or any decisions at all. The Yeavering has taken me, the queen wants me here. I don’t have a choice.

“I’m pleased you’re real,” Fenrother says.

“I know you are,” I respond. “My lady parts know you are.”

I thought I might feel more uncomfortable this morning, given Fenrother’s size, but other than knowing I’ve had something big in me, there’s no real pain.

“Lady parts?” Fenrother queries. “Your slit?”

“If you want to call it that,” I huff.

“Cunt?”

“Where did you hear that word?” I gasp.

“My text provides me with a number of terms for your slit. I like that one the most.” Fenrother grins. “And I expect to be in your cunt often, mate. It was better than I expected.”

“It wasbetter than you expected?” I grind.

He looks smug.

I want to punch the Wyrm.

Instead I throw myself off him and march into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me.