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ALICE

I have 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 subtly sniffing .

Fenrother who likes me.

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 me a 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.

“.” 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.

“, 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 his emission .

“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.