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“Nathair,” she whispered, petting down one cock as best as she could. He shivered for her. “Can you help me remove my dress?”

Within a heartbeat, he made an opening in his tail and fisted the garment to yank it over her head. He grabbed her shoulder and the hip she was lying on, and pressed her a little lower. Her undershirt rode up, exposing her breasts to his flesh.

It also gave her room to pet both his cocks with both hands, and she greeted the strange slime coating them willingly. His tentacles wriggled against her exposed belly, and they felt so odd and tickly that she arched into them for more. Since she was lying on one arm, it was hard to stroke both cocks properly, but she gripped the one to her right with enthusiasm.

She was thankful he wasn’t questioning her and just letting her be in control.

“Does that feel okay?” she asked, tilting her head up at him.

He bucked hard into her hands. Then he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to swipe his tongue across her lips. She went to open them for him, but he quickly moved to the side of her neck.

A deep, unhidden groan purposefully rumbled right next to her ear in answer, and her pussy clenched in response to it.

Her nipples were hard, and she was finally feeling them scrape against his scales, his muscles, while savouring his mild warmth. His cocks felt so hard in her palms, their texture smooth and velvety but bumpy with their nodules, and her pussy pulsed for them. They were squishy until she gave even just a little pressure, then they felt as hard as steel.

Both were blunt in their tapered points, like they’d split in the middle as if they’d once been a singular dick. They feltlike one large cock when she pushed them together. Each time she stroked him, gathering the lubricant making him slick, she could feel her pulse quickening. It was faster than his currently pounding below her lips.

His fingers dug into her before the hand on her hip lowered slightly. Those fingertips dipped into the back of her pants, but didn’t go far.

Linh released a cock to loosen the tie of her pants before returning to it. “Touch, Nathair. It’s fine.”

Surprisingly, more than fine, actually.

As if permission was all he needed, Nathair’s hands darted into action. The one gripping her shoulder pushed forward to grasp a breast with a tight knead, pinching her nipple in the process when the sensitive bud slipped between the lengths of his fingers. The other shot down into her loosened pants, and cupped between her parted thighs with ease, his arms longer than her own.

A soft moan caught in her throat at the sudden direct caresses, and it only grew louder when his fingers played. Suddenly her skin was ablaze, and the arousal heat simmering in her veins grew hotter. She panted and ground on his fingers when he moved them in circles against her aching clit.

She stroked him faster while kissing at his chest messily. Wetness squelched between her thighs as the pool at the entrance to her pussy overflowed, and it echoed the squelch radiating from her hands as she petted him.

Her eyes snapped open wide when he drew back a finger, sheathed his claw, and penetrated her deep. Her back arched as her core clamped around him in surprise and pleasure. Her moan was loud, and it continued when Nathair thrust it over and over, dipping in and out of the pool.

Her ears tingled when she thought she heard something, maybe a deep whisper, but she was too busy trying to stroke himwhile he pushed hard against her G-spot to hear properly. Her hands went lazy when she thought she was already close, and Nathair pumping into them only sent her further into a lather.

His cocks pushed against her abdomen, the tips splitting as they slipped back and forth.

Linh didn’t mean to bite him when she clamped up, but her mouth latched onto his flesh when her inner walls clenched his big finger as she came, which only seemed to make it press into her harder. Her eyelids flickered, her breaths muffled against him. Her cry was constant.

“That’s it, female,”Nathair said softly, as if his voice was distant, whispered.“Come for me.”

He spoke?she thought, trying to piece it together while she was squirming in bliss.

How? Why? She hadn’t sung, so it didn’t make sense. It was also so quiet she barely heard it over her own moans.

Just as she was settling, she unlatched her teeth so she could lift her face and tell him. Instead, she choked on a strangle when he rumbled,“Let’s see if your hungry, wet little cunt can take more.”

A second finger penetrated her. Linh scrambled to raise her hips away from the snug stretch, and her hands squeezed his cocks as nervous tightness clamped her muscles. Only for her to melt lewdly seconds later when he wiggled them against the swollen ridge inside her; the one that had her seeing white flashes in the darkness.

Her leg shifted to part her thighs more, and she wasn’t sure if that was due to her own movements or because Nathair moved his tail to lift it. She straddled him and bucked against him as she moaned.

He only paused to pump his cocks into her loose hold.“Fuck. Don’t stop stroking me.”

Linh restrengthened her hold and moved her fists up and down. She gave up with her left, having to dig her nails into his stomach when he moved his fingers rapidly. She just kept stroking with her right arm, trying her hardest not to stop.

Taking gulps of his gentle, feminine scent, Linh squirmed against him as they worked in tandem together. Her eyes closed as she released cry after cry, but something became apparent. The louder she got, the louderhegot, as if... her constant noises were acting like her singing.

His groans always overshadowed his words, but she caught his stray thoughts. The idea of telling him that she could hear fell away at how honest they were, how heated, and showed that despite his outward calm and control, Nathair wasexcited.

When he signed, he was direct, but he withheld his thoughts and wants – much like anyone. This? This gave Linh free rein to hear his deepest desires, and each husky word petted her mind.