FENROTHER

T he scent I’m getting from my Alice is intoxicating in the extreme.

I can’t think straight, let alone see straight.

The text mentioned her fertile period would announce itself but wasn’t clear on how.

It is announcing itself loud and clear.

My body knows if I don’t spend the next twenty-four hours buried in her, I will surely die.

My scales itch like I need a bath and to slough.

Only I know I don’t because I sloughed just before Alice came to me.

There’s a fire raging in my belly and my pizzle is hard.

Alice is bent double and moaning.

My Wyrm form wants to take her here and now, but if we are going to mate for as long as the text says, then she’ll need to be comfortable.

My delicious mate will have the best of everything.

I scoop her up and carry her through the hall.

“, wait,” she pants.

“I’m going to have to...” Alice clutches at her dress.

“I have to take this off. It hurts…”

She wriggles in my arms, and I put her down, helping her strip off the long dress.

As soon as it comes off, I’m hit with a wall of scent which makes my knees buckle.

Her knickers are soaked, and they come off too, her thighs glistening with her moisture.

Unable to help myself, I’m on my knees, pulling her legs apart to lap at the sweetness which belongs entirely to me.

Without her garments, Alice is breathing easier although as my tongue swipes through her folds, she gushes the salty deliciousness into my mouth.

I do my best to clean her up as much as possible before pulling her against me and continuing up to our bedroom.

My pizzle has already poked its way out of my trousers and is nudging at her entrance.

Alice shifts from left to right, trying to get me inside her.

“.” She groans my name.

“It hurts.”

“I will be inside you soon, little mate. I will take the pain away with my pizzle.”

She drops her head back, her skin covered in moisture which smells like I should be able to eat her up.

I kick open the bedroom door, slamming it against the wall in my haste to get her to the bed.

“Here.” She moans in the doorway.

“I need it here.”

Are we close enough?

My brain, previously resisting the rest of my senses, gives up the fight.

In one swift movement, I’m buried in my gorgeous mate, her back pinned against the stonework, my tail uncoiling as I am unable to contain some of my Wyrm form.

It feels glorious to be within her.

She is slick, hot and moaning as I withdraw and slam into her.

Every scale on my pizzle wants to feel her, my claspers releasing their venom as I go deeper.

Alice sighs my name, her channel rippling around me, more and more of her slick pouring over me.

Her pain is easing as my venom takes effect, but there is only one way to be entirely sure her fertile window is closed around my seed.

“I need to claim you, little mate,” I murmur in her ear.

“You need to take my bite to become entirely mine.”

Her half-lidded eyes lift to mine.

“Your bite.”

“I need to give you my venom outside as well as inside. You have to take it all, Alice.”

“Will it be painful?” she asks, her body shuddering as I continue to plunder her.

“As it would be to touch the stars, but beautiful too.”

“I want it,” she breathes, her eyes closing as I thrust into her once more, circling my hips so my pizzle can feel every single shiver from her hot channel which flutters over me, soaking me, desiring me.

“Once you have my venom, there will be nothing to stop my seed from filling your womb,” I respond, as the text has taught me.

Females require choice, even when fate has thrown mates together.

I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than to give my Alice a choice, a reason, a life.

And she will get all of these things regardless of what the queen insists, regardless of any young she conceives.

But it is her choice.

I hope she chooses me, even if it does mean the curse comes to fruition.

“Bite me,” Alice breathes.

“Bite me and mate me before I melt.”

Her little body is on fire as I gently trace my claws over the flushed skin around her shoulder.

I haven’t thought much about where I want to bite, but I know I want it to be clear for every being in the Yeavering to see for time immemorial.

My fangs extend, and my pizzle throbs in her heat.

The second I bite her, I am going to erupt with an emission greater than ever.

But my Alice is so deliciously pliable, so needy, so ready for all of me, I don’t hesitate any longer.

My venom fangs extending, I bite down into her soft flesh.

Alice arches her back, pushing herself into me, her heels digging into my tail as the venom enters her body.

I hold my bite as she moves under me.

I hold it to make sure I can taste her blood, mixed with the bitter taste of venom as I continue to pump both my pizzle and my venom into her.

A pizzle which grasps her entirely as my eruption follows, seemingly turning my insides into outside as every inch holds on, my balls contracting as they expel my seed.

The curse is in motion.

I cradle my sweet mate in my arms, lapping over my bite mark until the blood stops running, before taking her over to the bed and lying down with her, still embedded in her warmth.

“.” She breathes my name, and I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“What is all this?”

“Your heat and my rut, my mate.”

“How long does it last?”

“Until you are filled.”