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Perhaps I should have let her have something from the market. I need to check my text about that sort of thing.

“I…like you…on my pizzle,” I say, not entirely sure where the words are coming from.

“I’m sure you do,” she laughs.

“Do you like being on my pizzle?”

Alice laughs harder. “You really have no filter at all, do you, Fenrother?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I rub my aching hardness against her, looking for some relief.

“Do you want something from me?” Her mirth continues as she looks up into my face, her hand cupping my cheek.

It’s against my nature, but I lean into her touch, revelling in it, her skin on my scales, the amusement dancing in her eyes. Amusement I put there, pleasure I put there, enjoyment I put there.

“I want to sheath myself in you, little mate. I want to hear you scream my name again as my seed explodes within your tightness,” I rasp.

I don’t know if this is mating. I don’t know what any of this is, but I do know I need Alice more than I need my shift or my wings.

Without her, I am just the Wyrm. With her, I am everything.

ALICE

Ihave far, far more questions than I have answers from today. The market, the town, the Faerie lord, the centaur and his ambush on the road. None of it makes sense. The atmosphere at Moranik castle, the hollow howls seeping into the hall, the strange glowing red-eyed creature who didn’t want to be seen…

And the Brag, Warden, with his deep, brooding eyes, filled with pain.

The Yeavering is a magical, mystical, dangerous place, and I feel like it’s chewed me up and spat me out.

Then there’s Fenrother, rubbing himself against me, my used knickers in his pocket which he was less than subtlysniffing.

Fenrother wholikesme.

The fact he likes me sends a warmth spreading through my lungs. I’m not sure in my rather pathetic time on this earth anyone has said they liked me, other than my departed parents. Not in the way Fenrother means, not in a way which makes my stomach dip and my heart soar.

But despite the fact humans have always been hostile to Fenrother, he likes me.

From what he’s packing (other than my knickers) in his trousers, I can tell he likes mea lot.

I think Fenrother requires a little teasing today. He has so many lessons to learn about humans, about what it means to like one, about what it means to be in a relationship. Teasing him will be fun and fun has been in short supply…

I slide down his front. He grasps at me, unsure of what I’m doing until I reach his crotch and undo his trousers. I’m impressed they can contain the monster within because it nearly pokes me in the eye as I release it.

Fenrother’s cock is magnificent. I still can’t quite comprehend how he got it inside me, given the girth and the length, and as I stroke it, the rainbow scales which cover it lift in a slow, easy ripple, following my fingers, catching up to them and rising between them until I reach the tip.

He groans as I slide my thumb over his slit, hips thrusting at me. The slit parts into three as pre-cum pours from it, silky and translucent. I cup Fenrother’s balls as I’m spellbound by the end of his cock, which sucks at my thumb, the ends clasping at me like lips.

My Wyrm shudders as I gently pull down on his balls. One of his hands goes around the back of my head as I take a dainty lick over the tip, which sucks at my tongue. I pull back a little and see three slim tentacles emerge, swirling in the air as Fenrother rocks on the spot, his eyes closed. Once again I press my thumb over the end of his cock and find the tentacles gently caress it. They make my thumb go slightly numb.

“Are you…stinging me?” I ask hoarsely.

Fenrother hums, seemingly in a trance.

“My venom,” he says in a voice which is not here at all. Fenrother appears to have gone to his happy place.

I guess this is one way to tame the Lambton Wyrm.

I’m not entirely sure I want my mouth stung by the tentacles, so I keep on stroking him and they recede. I risk giving him another exploratory lick and his pre-cum fills my mouth.