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“It would be my honour,” he says, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss I would normally enjoy, only now all I want is his cock.

He laps his forked tongue down over my neck, my skin shivering at the touch, down over my chest to my nipples where he sucks on them until I cry out before moving far too slowly down my body.

I’m trapped in his coils, but it doesn’t stop me attempting to grind myself against his scales, but each time I do, he shifts, and I growl in frustration.

“I am here for you, Alice, but you get my pizzle when I say,” Fenrother responds.

I can see the tightness in his jaw, but the heat in my body, the sensitivity of my skin, the desperate need to have him within me—it all makes me more selfish than I have ever been. My hands grasp for it with an annoyed growl, and he grabs both of my wrists, lifting my arms over my head as he stares down at my body.

“I should eat you to teach you a lesson,” he says. “But instead I’m going to make you come before I take you in my Wyrm form.”

The shudder which runs through me, causing moisture to gush out worse than before, is one of delight and horror.

Fenrother spreads my legs apart, his tail hooking around one ankle as his coils trap the other, holding me open as he inspects my pussy which leaks more at his studied gaze. A single swipe of a finger through my folds has my back arching, desperate, begging for more as I’m pinned in place by my huge monster.

He slides in a digit, the pad of his thumb rubbing over my clit, my overstimulated nerves sending me to the stars almost instantly, my channel attempting to grip his thick finger but finding it not as good as his cock. Although my body still responds, it still tips over the edge, and I’m orgasming over him, flooding him with my fluid as he rumbles at my enjoyment.

I’m released and I groan with disappointment.

“More,” I whinge. “More.”

“You will be getting more, needy little mate,” Fenrother rasps, his voice deeper, more hollow.

I find myself flipped onto my aching stomach, spread out on the bed, and yet again, my legs are jerked wide apart, my ankles trapped in warm scales.

A giant claw slides under my abdomen, lifting me up, and something huge presses at my entrance.

A set of huge jaws touches my back.

“More than you can handle.”

Before I can take a breath, before I can scream his name, Fenrother surges forward, his cock stretching me wider than ever, the stretch both painful and delightful. I feel every scale as he buries himself within me, my pussy producing so much slickness to ease his passage, as he withdraws to pound back again, the noise it makes is deliciously obscene.

“Mate,” Fenrother growls, his voice alone making my stomach cramp and my channel pulse. “So tiny and so stretched.”

He sets up a demanding pace, and my body responds. It needs this. It needs him and the harder he fucks me, the more I need him. There is only Fenrother. There can only ever be Fenrother.

As my climax slams into me, he roars my name, scales gripping my channel, the oh-so-familiar pinch as he somehowlatches inside me, his hot cum swelling my stomach, my body welcoming every drop, craving it,needingit.

I need Fenrother. I want him and I know this is only the start.

ALICE

Ihave Fenrother buried in me.

He hasn’t left my side, and I think it’s been a whole day and a night where he’s plundered me over and over. During all this time, he’s made sure I’ve eaten, drunk water, and he has ensured my heated body has everything it needs. What it needs is his cock, his seed, and most of all, him.

Presently, his even breathing tells me he’s sleeping, even though he insisted he did not need to sleep while I required his attentions. His slumber hasn’t affected his cock, which remains as hard as ever. It pulses inside me, and I clamp down on it in response.

“Alice,” his sleepy voice murmurs in my ear as he performs a lazy thrust.

I moan. I’m sore, despite all the fluids. I’m also sticky with my own sweat.

“I need a bath,” I say, not entirely sure I could make it on legs which feel like they’re made out of jelly.

“Bath.” Fenrother’s deep voice is a raw burr.

He unfolds himself from the bed with me in his arms, his cock slipping free and causing yet more floods. With a sinuousease, he carries me through to the bathroom, where the huge bath steams gently, as if it’s been waiting for us.