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FREYDIS

I t had been several weeks since Marrex had stolen me to his lair, and although he hadn’t claimed me fully, hadn’t penetrated my virgin body, every night he lay beside me and touched me.

He petted me like he was mesmerized by every single inch of me.

Each day blurred into a much more relaxed routine of survival than I’d ever lived during waking hours, and restrained pleasure in the evening, when he curled his big body around mine. I’d never slept peacefully before, but now, being pressed to Marrex, I slept like I had no worries.

I woke up each morning on a soft bed of furs, my eyes heavy from the deepest of sleep humanly possible, my skin sensitive from all of his petting. And the first thing I did was look for Marrex. He always seemed to be watching me or preparing food for me. He cared for me like I was the most precious creature in the world.

And every day, Marrex made sure I was fed until I had my fill. It was a simple act, but in those moments, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his words as they echoed in my mind. “You’re my mate, Freydis. I will always protect you, and you’ll never have to fear for your life again.” Even though his tone was calm, I knew he meant what he said with every fiber of his being.

I noticed I’d gained weight since being here, Marrex making sure I’d eaten exactly enough to be comfortably full after a meal. My hips were wider, my thighs and belly thicker. I loved looking at my form now, not just bones and lean muscle, but my shape looking softer, more womanly.

Now, although I hadn’t been awake for long, I’d already bathed and eaten under Marrex's command. I was tucked under the furs and had been petted to sleep again, the creature spoiling me with a nap, my belly full and my survival instincts at ease, assuring me with his deep whispers that he’d be back soon. As I lay on my back and stared up at the cavern opening, a large, dark shadow passed above, and I sat up, the shift and leather robe Marrex had fashioned for me securely covering my nudity.

My body instantly reacted. I heated, grew wet between my thighs, my nipples tingling and hardening. I watched as he flew above me like a dark, powerful bird, free in a way I’d never be able to experience.

His flights made me wonder what true freedom felt like.

Most of the time though, he stayed close. I knew he was always watching, his black eyes following my every move. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me. It was the fact that it was as if he couldn’t look away.

His whole body was always tense, his cock constantly hard, as if it was trying to relentlessly remind me of his imminent full claiming of my body. I knew allowing the nightly touches, licks, and scrapes of his teeth along my neck wasn’t helping matters. It was urging him on, giving him more confidence.

Or maybe that's what it was doing to me ?

I always felt his heavy, constant presence pressing in on me. His eyes told me that I wasn’t alone—that I belonged to him.

Despite my growing affection, connection, and arousal for the monster, I knew I had to stay strong. I wanted so badly to believe this could be my life. I was safe here. I was never cold or hungry. But could I actually make this my home?

I watched as he flew, wondering what he dreamed about during those moments of freedom.

I knew this life—and the one I now shared with Marrex—was a daily battle. I was a survivor, and every day, I clung to that truth. I reminded myself I wasn't soft. I didn’t need anyone to care for me.

But God was it nice.