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“Alice.” Fenrother rasps my name.

He’s on the very, very edge. I know no one has touched him like this before, no one has taken him in hand, and certainly he has never had a blow job. I’m edging the Wyrm, and it’s clear from the dazed look on his face, his jaw tight, he is loving every second of the attention I’m giving to his cock and balls.

I think he’s loving every second of the attention full stop.

With every stroke of my hand, he’s covering me in more pre-cum. I lap at the tip and then carefully take as much as I can into my mouth. It’s not much, but as my tongue swipes over his slit, Fenrother moans, his hips firing forwards, shoving himself at me because he can’t stop himself.

“Alice, I am going to spill…” He doesn’t get the words out before his cock erupts with a tremendous amount of cum.

In hindsight, probably something I should have expected. There is so much, it’s still coming and coming, his entire cock rippling with the effort of expending it all. His breathing comes in rasping, ragged pants as a pool collects between us.

It couldn’t be any more clear he really hasn’t done anything like this before. Every single sensation is new to him.

“Mate.” He growls the word.

I hadn’t realised how wet this entire process has made me. I am absolutely soaking, and not from hisemission.

“Remove your garments,” Fenrother says, fangs making his speech blurred. “I need to mate you.”

Despite everything, he’s still hard. I’d have thought an orgasm of the size I’ve just witnessed would have emptied him for a week, but it’s not the case. Fenrother is ready to go. He needs no recovery time.

I take off my upper clothing. Fenrother watches with hungry eyes, cum dripping from his jutting cock to the pool below. Toeing off my boots, I turn my back on Fenrother to shimmy out of my trousers, and that, it turns out, is a glorious mistake.

I’m instantly lifted from my feet and pressed face first against the heavily carved dresser in the vestibule.

“Little mate,” he snarls in my ear, a voice dripping with sin as he presses the tip of his cock between my buttocks, his tail flicking in my vision before my legs are kicked apart. “You smell like you need my pizzle.”

“Fenrother!” My cry is lost as he thrusts into me in a single slicked movement which takes my breath and my ability to speak instantly.

All I can do is moan with his invasion, with the exquisite stretch, something I can’t quite understand how my body can take, but it does. It takes all of him.

Which is when I feel something swirling around my bottom hole.

“Is that…your tail?” I ask, forcing the words out because my brain appears to have turned to complete mush.

“Little mates get impaled,” Fenrother says, pulling out of me just enough to allow his tail to breach my tight ring and make me gasp even more. “And good mates get all their holes filled.”

I’ve gone from having this Wyrm literally in the palm of my hand to being entirely at his mercy. Fenrother is no longer a virgin, and his dominant nature means he’s taking control. He begins to drill me, thrusting in slow, easy movements, one huge hand spanning my belly and the other pressed on my left buttock. With every pumping action, he grunts my name with pleasure and my climax rises.

I am here for the ride only. I teased my monster, and now he is punishing me by giving me a climax which rises, rises, and when it hits, I’m not sure I’ll survive. My pussy pulses over him,making Fenrother moan. My head goes blank, filled with the exquisite ecstasy of my orgasm, my senses overloaded, my vision gone, eyes screwed up and mouth open as Fenrother plunders me and I release a tsunami of moisture.

It runs down my legs. He continues to thrust into me, his rippling cock scraping my channel, his tail doing terrible, beautiful things to my bottom hole. A second orgasm hits me at the point Fenrother roars and erupts, a tug and a pinch within me, and we’re locked together as his body shudders its climax.

I drop my head, attempting to get my breath and see my stomach swelling. All the while, Fenrother circles his hips, his body pressed to my back and his lips murmuring words which don’t make any sense.

He is filling me, something he said he would do but something which doesn’t even seem possible. Except it’s clear, his cum is making my womb expand. It should be painful, and all I feel is bliss.

If I thought I was getting to grips with the Yeavering, with Fenrother, with any of this, it throws me a curve ball, and I know nothing all over again.

I thought Fenrother was the one without knowledge, but it’s very clear the one who knows nothing is me.

ALICE

Life within the four thick walls of Fenrother’s castle is surprisingly easy. Since our trip to Moranik, I’ve not asked my Wyrm to take me anywhere else, nor have I pressed him on the questions which have been running around in my brain.

Instead I’ve concentrated on getting to grips with a magical castle and with having a Wyrm as a mate. Every few days, Fenrother goes out hunting for fresh meat, bringing back multiple carcasses which he dumps unceremoniously in the courtyard. I have no idea where the Duegar get the chickens from, nor any of the other ingredients which means they produce several large, tasty meals a day to fill a Lambton Wyrm’s belly.

Fenrother likes to eat. Admittedly he likes to eat meat, rare if it’s venison or any large beast, whole if it’s fowl. He’ll taste the occasional vegetable but in the main he wrinkles his nose at virtually anything else, making it clear he’s only trying for me.