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Absolutely, but she had two reasons for this. First, because it was the right thing to do, and secondly, because she wanted to tease the bully.

“Nathair?” she cooed, lifting her head.

She squeaked when he suddenly unwrapped his tail, and she figured he’d mistaken her intention for calling out. He made her straddle his abdomen, hiding his cocks by placing her above them.

“Sorry,” he both saidandsigned, making her wince.“Was I too forceful at the end?”

He calls that forceful?He humped her stomach. Considering that he’d said it was because she’d been doing it all wrong, she... didn’t blame him.

She blushed in memory, as embarrassment singed at the nape of her neck.

“No, it’s fine.” She offered him a genuine smile and then placed her hands on his chest so she could lift up and slide forward. “That was fun.”

Bright yellow overtook his purple orbs, and he tilted his head. “You are okay?” he said and signed.“She’s covered in my seed. I thought she’d want to wash straight away.”

The second half of that had only been his thoughts, which were barely a whisper now.

“No, I don’t feel like washing just yet,” she stated with a coy hum in her tone. She kicked her feet up behind her as she lay on him and pressed the pads of her fingers to her lips. “It kind of feels nice. You sure do like to apologise a lot as you’re coming, though. You should work on that.”

Nathair’s skull reared back in what could only be utter confusion. Then he paused, as realisation settled in. He shot forward and cupped her chin with his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Silence greeted her, and she laughed.

“I think whatever makes you fall asleep while I sing has a similar impact when I’m moaning and you’re touching me. I can’t hear you anymore, though.”

He let her go, although with a slight rough toss. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he signed, his gestures jarring and very much angered.

Her cheeks, which had been cooling from their conversation, rewarmed. Her gaze flittered away. “I was too busy coming, and it was really turning me on. I’m sorry. I know I should have told you, but it was...niceto hear your unfiltered thoughts. It made me feel really good, especially since you kept complimenting me.”

With an annoyed groan, Nathair fell back and covered his skull as a reddish-pink glow flickered behind his fingers. He slowly lowered them and peered at her from beyond his claws.

“It felt good?” he asked, and the colour of his embarrassed orbs deepened. When she nodded, they turned bright yellow. “I thought the voices were quieter.”

“Quieter?” Her brows drew together. “They weren’t gone?”

He shook his head. “No. But your voice, scents, and touch kept them back. Your singing is more p-o-w-e-r-f-u-l.”

Maybe that’s why his ability to speak out loud faded so quickly in comparison to usual?They would normally get about thirty minutes of voice-to-voice conversation before it faded.

“Well... after I quickly wash, since I do feel sticky, do you want me to sing for you so you can rest?” she offered.

“I would like that. Thank you.” Then he cupped the back of her head to pull her forward and licked the underside of her jaw. He leaned back just to sign, “I hope your c-u-n-t – cunt – feels good.”

Linh squeaked and pressed her thighs together. “You did not just say that! I didn’t even think you had a gesture for that word!”

He let out a devious chuckle. “Of course I do. I’d be happy to teach you them all, so I can t-e-a-s-e – tease – you with them next time.”

She opened her mouth to refute him, her head about to explode in bashfulness. In the moment was different! Yet, she did kind of want to know them. If he could only speak when she sang or moaned for a while, then she wanted him to have the ability to pet her with mental caressesbeforeshe was crying out with lust.

“Fine,” she bit out in a low voice, waving her hands. “Show me now, before I change my mind.”

“Good.” Then he did a sign she’d never seen before. He pinched his fingers together. Then, in a fluid motion, he waved both his arms in front of his skull until his forearms met like he was signing the word ‘night,’ and brought his right hand next to his maw to pinch his index and middle fingers to his thumb repeatedly like a bird.

She mimicked it, and her lips pursed together when it didn’t really look perverted. “What’s this one?”

“Little n-i-g-h-t-i-n-g-a-l-e.”

Her gaze softened at that, and somehow, her heart tried to flop out of her chest so he could gobble it up.