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I’ve only been with you for a week, and I already care about you so deeply.

Nathair groaned and flicked his forked tongue forward at the sweet aroma in the air.

He’d grown accustomed to the little female in his keeping releasing subtle wafts of arousal, but it usually wasn’t as strong as it currently was. Venom dripped in his mouth due to the way the scent relaxed every fibre of him, and he swallowed to rid himself of its lingering taste.

She is lying on me,he thought, since the light pressure of her waved up and down from his breaths.

He was lying flat and spread out to the point most of his tail had slipped from the nest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, since his entire body could twist.

He went to lift his head to look down at her, and grunted when he couldn’t move it.My horns are caught.He patted a hooked horn to feel how it’d slipped between tree branches and figured out the motion to unlatch himself.

Once freed, he tilted his snout downwards to take in the pretty female sprawled upon his torso.

He chuckled.Fuck, that’s cute.

The side of her face was squished against the hard plane of his abdomen with an arm resting above her head, while the other hand dangled down the side of him. One foot rested on top of his tail, as the other tried to dig its way underneath him.

Trying not to jostle her awake, Nathair reached his arms back so he could pull himself up and be seated. She slipped down a little, but otherwise remained how she was positioned.

Her hips dipped towards him, before she hummed out a pant.

What are you dreaming about to smell this sweet?Nathair thought, as he cupped the base of her skull.

He leaned his own to the side when he thought he felt wetness, and another chuckle threatened to fall from him.She is drooling.

When his claws slipped up the side of her kinked neck, she stretched it in welcome. Her hips dipped again, like she was wiggling to get closer.

Nathair flicked his tongue forward just to take in the taste of her arousal, allowing himself a tiny reward for his endless patience.

He had a pretty human on him, peacefully asleep, and filled with desire. A Mavka such as him couldn’t have asked for a sweeter return to lucidity than this.

He would let her have her dreams. They were all hers; Nathair did not have to be part of them.

Brushing her long braid to the side, he pushed some escaped strands behind her ear so he could see better. He stroked the rounded top with his fingertip, and she let out a little rasp. Just as he was about to pat her hair down, she dipped her hips again, and her features tightened as her parted lips cracked out a moan.

Nathair froze and drifted his sight down to her rounded backside. Or, rather, the way her thighs were spread around his tail just below his groin. Her entire body was warm against him, but he realised then that he could feel a spot of mutedheat.

He covered the end of his snout, closed his sight in distress, and let out a tiny whimper.

Her hips weren’tdipping,she wasgrindingher clit against him.

Just to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, he waved his tail to do it back, and she squeaked out a moan and pressed against him harder.

All the softness of his return to lucidity evolved into hardness. He’d been able to handle her sleepy arousal, but the idea of her using his body as a masturbating pad to achieve completion was too much. He shuddered and clenched his seam when the hardness behind it truly began to swell. She was lying directly upon it, and he didn’t wish for her to wake up mortified and then to scream, cry, or panic.

She was lying on him trustingly, and he would like for her to do so again in the future.

Opening his sight to find the edges of it glowing bright purple, he patted the top of her head.Wake up, Linh.

Her features screwed up in irritation, her lips cringing. She ground against him again before turning her head the other way.

“Five more minutes,” she pleaded.

Now that she was half-awake, her movementsworsened. She became more audible as little pants and quiet moans slipped from her parted lips. She even bit down on the bottom one.

Shit. Stop.

He palmed the top of her head until he made it roll back. Her eyes fluttered open when he directed her face to his, her gaze lazy and glistening with desirous heat.