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She bit the inside of her cheek.I really want to touch him.

Linh placed her hands against his muscled abdomen to gauge their size difference. Even though his waist was narrow, her pinkies didn’t even reach the sides of him.

Her touch was innocent, but the urge to make it less so tingled her fingertips.Just a little bit?In ways she didn’t think she’d mind if he touched her?

Convincing herself, the pads of her fingers dug into hard muscles, just as her thumbs brushed up the sides of his navel. With how dense his abdomen muscles were, she didn’t think they wouldsquishas much as they did. She thumbed the dipping line in the centre of his abdomen, while her eyes drifted over the deep vee lines of his groin, admiring the way he was formed.

Bragg was strong. He was a big man with lots of muscles. She thought she’d hate that quality in men after him. Whenever she imagined her future partner, it’d always been someone... small. Someone thin, who looked more like a bookkeeper, and maybe the same height as her, so he didn’t feel imposing?

Nathair was the utter opposite of both those things.

He was muscled, he was gigantic, and she really,reallywanted to knead his big chest.

She didn’t, though, because she would be absolutely horrified if he did that to her while she was unaware. Or even aware.

However, she did caress the bottom rib protruding from his flesh, only to lift her hand up to lightly brush her fingers down the gills going down the right side of his neck. She didn’t play with them, as she didn’t know if it would feel bad – like someone tickling her lungs. She cupped down the length of his jaw, wanting to lean closer and give it a soft kiss.

Scooting herself up his torso more, she ran her hand over his round shoulder joint before going down his arm. A grin spread across her lips, flashing her teeth, as she squeezed his biceps. Then she found a strange, raised line, and petted it until she realised it was a thick vein.

She moved down his arm and grabbed his big hand so she could lift it to his stomach. Inspecting the fish fins that lay flat against his forearm, she pulled on the spike near his elbow until she flared his fin open.

Oh wow. I didn’t know these were so big.The fin splayed in the middle to almost a foot!

She noted the black segments of cartilage, and how the light-grey flesh wasn’t as see-through. His fingers twitched when she played with the fin, so she left it be and it snapped closed.

With both hands, she lifted his until it was near her face. She tapped the end of a black, glossy claw.How do these sheath?She pushed on it, and nothing happened.His fingers are so thick and long.

Her pussy clenched at what one would feel like inside her, and how it would feel if two stretched her. Slickness pooled at her entrance, as she thought about wanting to find out.

She pressed the pads of her thumbs against his fingertips, just so she could take in how soft they were.He’s aquatic, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised he doesn’t have callouses.She kind of liked that, as she didn’t want to be abraded or for his touch to feel rough and sandpapery.

Her skin was soft – the evidence of a life that had been easy.

Linh curled his hand forward to look at his protruding knuckle bones. Only to turn it on its side moments later.

She placed his big, soft, and lukewarm palm against the side of her face and leaned into it.

I don’t know what you want from me, but I know you desire me.And by the subtle warmed pulsing she felt in the core of her pussy, she desired him too.

She didn’t know why. Was it because she adored how safe he made her feel? Not just from the outside world, but here, in this space, where they were alone but she didn’t have to fear his presence. She didn’t want her desire to be born from a place of desperation to ease her trauma, or a way to heal from it, but because he was so generous, altruistic, and sympathetic.

Because he was handsome, in all his weird, monstrous glory.

“I really want you to touch me, Nathair,” she whispered quietly, unsure if it was so he couldn’t hear, or in hopes that he might so he could take control for her.

I want him to erase what happened, so the only hands I remember are his, and the only skin I feel the lingering of is his scales.She wanted his feminine scent to flood her mind, and his growls to replace the disgusting sounds that echoed in her ears.

For a long while, Linh just sat there holding his palm across the entirety of her face. She brushed her skin back and forth against him, remembering the many times he’d caressed her cheek, her jaw, or just held it silently. She clung to him, to those memories, and feeling him doing it now made her so content she panted. She rubbed her lips against his palm, not kissing him, but caressing him with them.

Even his claws – his inhuman, semi-sharp claws – tickling over her skin had her stomach fluttering. The longer they innocently stayed there, the more her nipples hardened against her undershirt. Her pulse sped up in desire, but also pounded deeply with adoration.

She eventually let him go so she could lay her head against his chest. Her eyes closed when she heard his strong heartbeat.

It was fast, almost like it was semi-panicked.

She took comfort in it.It sounds so nice.The heart of a Duskwalker was surprisingly sincere.

Linh would like to scoop it from his chest and curl her body around it protectively. She’d like to shield it from the memories that bothered him, and the anxiety that currently had it sprinting. To keep it safe and nurture it in the exact same way Nathair did to her within the wraps of his lengthy serpent tail.