Page 88 of The Longing

I probably should check she would like that first. But for now, I’m going to unwrap my parcel and deal with her as I see fit.

The remnants of her garment are quickly spirited away to the floor, and I dispose of the tray between us with a snap of my fingers.

Parting her thighs, I revel in the way her stomach hangs over her entrance just a little more. It means I can cup her with a hand as I use the other to play with her folds and delicious little nub which causes her to moan my name.

As I drop my head between her thighs, she grasps my horns. My pizzle has already freed itself from the confines of my trousers and is steadily dripping everywhere. The touch of herhands on my horns releases an impressive flood I’m quite proud of.

But I have other jobs I must attend to. Her slit has not been licked recently, and it requires my attention. I pull her hips towards me as I set to work, my tongue delving in, revelling in her new taste, the one which tells my soul she carries my child.

I could eat her forever, but the noises she makes mean I’m going to have to sheath my pizzle within her soft heat.

“Fenrother.” She whispers my name, steering my head with my horns to make me lick lower.

My tail is already curled around, wanting to get involved. I let it circle through her soaking slit and then press gently at her sweet pucker. Alice gasps as it slides into her. I lap further at her delicious nub, my hand spanning her stomach and my chest groaning with the delight of being covered in her slick.

In no time at all, her body convulses around my tail, her slit soaking me, even though I attempt to suck up as much as I can, my tongue doing its very best to capture all her essence.

She whimpers my name. Letting go of one horn, she uses the other one to pull my head up.

“Fenrother, I need you, right now,” she demands.

“You are giving me an order?” I growl.

Her colour deepens, and one hand strays to her slit, and she slides in a digit.

“If you don’t, I will.” Alice’s eyes glitter with temptation, with wanton need, and with a challenge I am not going to refuse.

A low roar escapes my throat as I pull her to her feet, spinning her to face the wall as I slide deep within her body. She takes me beautifully, a guttural groan as I press her chest to the rough stone with mine and pull her hips to me, making sure I can go into her as far as possible.

It means I can watch my pizzle as it pumps in and out of her, glistening with her moisture. I’m not sure I’ve ever seenanything so beautiful in my life, her tiny body taking my girth and making me want to explode on the spot.

For a second or two, I concentrate my attention on the iron nail sticking from the stonework, holding back as far as I can before withdrawing and driving back into my mate. She shudders beneath my touch.

“Is this how you wanted it, little mate?” I growl, and she grips at my pizzle, her back arching as I’m coated in her slick which runs from her, dropping onto the floor in thick streams.

“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse. “More,” she adds.

I don’t need to be ordered twice. As much as I hate it, I withdraw from her, scooping her up as she whines at my loss and depositing her onto the bed. My tail uncoils further as I drive back into her, now able to watch her gorgeous face as I thrust in and out of her flooded slit. Alice reaches up and cups my cheek with her hand.

“I love you, my sweet Alice,” I say as my climax rises within me. “I love you more than words, more than the sky, more than my tail.”

“I love you too, Fenrother,” she says as she pulses over me.

I cannot hold any longer. Everything is perfection as my entire body is turned inside out, emptying itself into her, giving my mate all I have and more, because I need her like I need to breathe. Her pleasure is my pleasure and her life is my life.

Alice wraps her legs around my waist and holds me close, making sure I don’t leave her body any time soon.

“I missed you,” I say when I can speak again. “I missed your hot slit and your soft body.”

Alice laughs quietly. “Did you miss anything else?”

“I missed your eyes and holding you tight. I missed being in the bath with you. I missed the way you pick up the crumbs from the table and put them in the fire,” I say. “I missed everything. But I will never miss a single second with you ever again.”

ALICE

The great hall is well lit with a cornucopia of candles. They flicker on every windowsill, in every small alcove, on tables I don’t think I’ve seen before, as well as in huge hanging holders suspended from the beams high above us.

I smooth the long dress over my little bump. There’s no denying I’m most definitely filled with Fenrother’s baby. I wasn’t sure what to expect in the few weeks since he freed me from the queen, but I’m getting large quickly. This Wyrm is going to be a big fella…or girl. I have to have my hopes after all, even if Fenrother and his texts insist Wyrms can only ever be male.

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