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ALICE

I ’m not sure how long I lay in the dark staring at the flickering lights which bob past the windows.

All I know is, I fall asleep, and when I open my eyes again, I’m half covered by an enormous body and it’s morning.

For a second, I freeze.

Fenrother was clear last night he wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t agree to it.

Then I feel a sleeping whoosh of breath in my hair, and, it appears he is doing a starfish impression across the bed, meaning I’ve got caught within it.

One arm is flopped over me, along with one leg and his tail.

I turn my head to see exactly what’s going on and find the face I saw last night, only this one is completely unguarded—a half smile on his face, those long dark lashes pressed against the soft iridescent scales under his eyes.

He looks like butter wouldn’t melt between those luscious lips of his.

Lips which took mine by storm.

Fenrother is hopelessly, terminally confusing to me.

Although, apparently not to my body, given the rush of heat between my legs.

His eyes open. Huge, dark pupils contract to mere slits as the light hits them.

Fenrother stares at me and inhales.

“Blood.” He growls the word as he exhales, his eyes predatory.

It’s then I realise why the feeling between my legs is so familiar and why, at that exact moment, the cramping hits.

I leap out of bed, the long white shirt stained scarlet where my period has soaked through, and race into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

What the hell am I going to do?

There’s nothing I can use, no pads, no tampons, nothing to stem the flow as I pull off the shirt and moan at the pain.

I’ve never been particularly regular, ever since my periods first started, but what is regular is the pain and the heavy bleeding at least once in every three menstrual cycles.

I guess this one is one of those.

Lucky me.

The bathroom door slams open, and Fenrother holds it against the wall, his muscles bulging.

“Who hurt you?” he bellows, eyes raking over me and the crime scene the bathroom is starting to resemble.

“I will kill them. I will rend them limb from limb and chew up the remains,” he snarls.

He takes a step towards me, and then in a rush, I’m scooped into his arms. Only when I’m there, he seems to realise he doesn’t know what to do with me, and I’m put back on my feet.

“,” he says helplessly.

“It’s okay.” I put my hand on his arm.

“It’s okay. No one has hurt me. I’m going to be fine.”

I grit my teeth as my womb does the fandango of all the cramps.

“There is blood. You are in pain.” Fenrother looks down, drops to his knees, and grabs at my hips, pulling my fanny right into his face.

“The blood…it comes from where you piss? Someone hurt you there?”

His eyes are wide, wider than I’ve ever seen them as clearly his brain is trying and failing to understand the situation.

I’m squirming against his grip, hot with embarrassment as he inspects me ever closer.

“It’s my period, Fenrother. I’ve got my period.”

“Period?” Fenrother shoves his nose right into my apex, and I shriek in response, but this doesn’t deter him.

“What is that?”

“Once a month, my womb sheds its lining, if there’s no fertilised egg.” I gabble out the first explanation which comes into my head.

“That’s what’s causing the blood. It’s completely natural, I promise.”

I try to pull away from him, but instead he spins me around and shoves my back against the wall, lifting one leg to hook over his shoulder, my toes touching the soft leathery skin of his wing.

“You are shedding because there is no young inside you?” Fenrother growls.

“You should stop. I will put young in you.” He continues his inspection, one finger sliding through my folds and it comes out bloody.

I want to die and the ground to swallow me up.

“I can’t stop.” I grit my teeth at both the sheer awfulness of the situation and the cramping which is ramping up to be one of the epic levels of period pain.

“Of course you can.” Fenrother, to my abject horror, licks his finger.

“When I piss, I can stop.”

“This is not the same. I don’t choose when my period happens, and I can’t stop the flow,” I snap.

Fenrother pauses in his inspection.

“So, even if I put my pizzle in you, right now, you will not have young?”

“It’s extremely unlikely…” I pant with the pain.

“If you can just…I need to get more comfortable…”

I try to lift my foot from his shoulder, but he has hold of my ankle and is still regarding my pussy like he wants to…

eat?

Fenrother presses his face right into my bleeding slit, his tongue lapping at the blood, twitching over my clit and making me gasp.

“Fenrother…do you…?” I’m not sure what it is I’m feeling but I’m absolutely sure it’s not what I had in my mouth last night.

“Do you have two tongues?”

He looks up at me, licking ruby red lips with the flicker of a forked tongue before diving right back where he was.

He presses my thighs further apart with his huge hand, and as he licks, he slides in a thick digit, slowly circling it as he explores me.

With another flick over my clit, I see stars, groaning without thinking as he hits the sweet spot with his clever tongue.

The cramping doesn’t lessen, but the touch of Fenrother on my clit and the way it makes me feel take my mind from the pain.

I shouldn’t be allowing any of this, but I can’t deny, it makes me feel…

good.

Better than good.

There are so few men who wouldn’t be put off by a period, finding the things dirty and shameful, but Fenrother is working some sort of magic down there where anyone else might have run a mile.

He was willing to battle my period to the death, and now he’s eating me out to within an inch of my life.