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It should have been alarming that something was pressing against her underwear, breasts, and arse, but her contentment never waned and only deepened. Even the bumpy texture of his decently sized scales was lovely.

She didn’t know if it was minutes that ticked past, hours, or even days. Linh just soaked it all in as her mind went hazy in a stupor.

It’d been forever since she’d felt peace, and now she floated in it, basked in it, revelled in it. She was currently being snuggled by the most dangerous creature in existence, but not one part of her being, not a fibre or cell, was scared.

She even deepened it when she was able to wiggle an arm around his torso. Linh regretted it when she felt an open gash and he tensed. Everything got tight and the overall softness cushioning her hardened like stone.

“Don’t,” she whispered before he could react. She didn’t really want him dumping her on the damn ground like last time. “It’s fine. This feels nice.”

Nathair’s head pulled back, revealing orange orbs.

“Did you have a good sleep?” she whispered, her voice croaked and groggy.

Linh was choosing to ignore the uncertainty that he may not want to hold her like this. He’d started it, and the hold was innocent on both sides – she guessed.

Nathair never responded, and just continued to stare at her. The stiffness eventually dissipated, and a small smile curled her lips.

“If you’re wondering how this happened, I swear it was an accident,” she informed him with a subtle laugh mingled in. “You were in the way of me returning from my washing area, and you refused to move to let me back in. I climbed over you, and you opened up to make me come in here.”

His head dipped as he pulled back a little, creating a pocket of room so he could look down at her body – and likely the way he’d coiled himself around her. His tongue flicked forward, much like how a snake would but with a thicker limb.

Her eyelids flickered rapidly when his orbs momentarily glowed bright purple.I’ve never seen that colour before, but it was pretty.Lilac purple happened to be her favourite colour, and a small amount of excitement at discovering what emotion it signified ran through her.

Too bad it faded, just as he began to pull away again.

“I like it,” she quickly stated, before he could get the wrong idea. “I feel really safe. It’s been a long time since I felt that way.”

Nathair paused and tilted his head with his orbs flaring dark yellow. She was beginning to wonder if the darker hue conveyed curiosity or questions. Then he moved, making gestures, and she laughed.

“I can’t see anything but your orbs, Nathair. It’s too dark.”

He let out a purposefully loud huff. She recoiled when he brushed over her breasts, but his intention glowed brightly seconds later as the light symbol shone on her dress.

Oh my gods. I didn’t know he could make me glow!It was both cool and weird to see her chest alight.

Nathair patted his skull, ran his hand over a hooked horn, and tilted his head in question again.

“Are you trying to explain that you’re a Duskwalker?” she asked, gaining herself a nod. A smile lifted into her features. “I know what you are, Nathair. Hard to miss that. But, like I said yesterday, I trust you. You haven’t tried to hurt me and you haven’t been...weird.”

Suddenly, the places he was touching, which almost happened to be everywhere but her chest, felt warm. He was against many delicate places, had her trapped, and she wasn’t fretting to get away.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Something about it, perhaps his waterlily-and-moonflower scent, or the feel of his smooth scales, or even his mild warmth, had her skin tingling. Now that they were talking, her drowsiness waned, and she became more alert to everything that was him.

With the increase of her strangely fluttering chest, places on her body began to throb. The inside of her wrist, her thighs cupping him, her clit pressed against him, and even her nipples as they hardened.

The arousal was subtle, and very much startling, but she didn’t mind. He didn’t know, and Linh absolutely didn’t want more than this.

In some ways, she was relieved she felt desire, even if it was for this strange moment, for Nathair. A Duskwalker, a frightening monster, who would make any other human screamin terror being held like this. It meant she wasn’t broken, and that side of herself wasn’t as...lostas she feared it to be.

What a relief.

I don’t understand this human,Nathair thought, as he drifted his sight up her body splayed on him.She does not have sense.That, or a complete disregard for her own safety. Who approached a crazed creature?

She does not mind being held like this? By me?What was that supposed to mean? After the previous day, when he’d wounded her, he expected her to no longer trust his presence.

She also didn’t know of the twisted, dark thoughts that were beginning to stir.