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Female... you are making it very difficult to be good.

Nathair was not infallible.

If she twisted him up enough with her sounds, scent, and movements, he may make a mistake. He didn’t think any male,who had a vast amount of pent-up need, could last under such onslaught.

He could push her off, but he didn’t wish for her to think he wasunwelcomingof this. He’d rather she just didn’t think he took advantage of her by allowing it. He didn’t wish for her to regret it later.

Trying to make her understand, he produced a loud whimper. It was a real one, as having her grind her needy clit against him when she waslookingat him had him near shuddering in delight.

Her lost gaze narrowed as her lips shut.

Then her brown eyes flung open. A gasp tore out of her as she shoved herself up until she was straddling him, and the muted heat became stronger when her entire slit pressed against him.

“Oh my gods. I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed, cupping her hands to her chest.

Her face grew so red he thought she’d pass out from all the blood rushing away from her racing heart.

She went to hop off him, but Nathair threw his arm out to stop her. He didn’t touch her, and she immediately drew away from it to be seated upright on him.

You have the wrong idea, female. I don’t want you to leave, nor to stop.He just wanted her awake.

She cast him a wary glance from the corner of her eye as she slowly brought her face towards him.

No fear entered her scent. With his maw slightly parted, the little sparks of her arousal continued to burst against his tongue. When she didn’t try to escape again, remaining just to stare at him, Nathair waved his body so his tail would grind against her pussy.

Her thighs stiffened around him, a pant fell from her, and she pressed her hands against his stomach for support.

She didn’t run; he chose to believe she didn’t want to.

He slipped his tongue forward and licked across the seam of his maw to show his interest. He also waved his body again.You smell like you are dripping, Linh. Like you are needy and achy.

Like she desired just as deeply as he did and had been holding back for days.

Her lips parted in shock. “You want me to grind on you?” she choked out, and he nodded. “N-no. I don’t...” She didn’t finish, like the words caught in her throat.

Fuck. I want to see you come.He didn’t care how. If he received his own pleasure in return or not.

Something, anything, to progress with her. He could wait, he could be patient. He didn’t care if it took days or bloodyyears.Just something to show that he was desired, even if he could not touch.

He lifted his palms up, showing them to her, and placed them on the edges of his nest. When she didn’t say or do anything, he patted the ledge where they rested.

“Are you saying you w-won’t touch?”

He patted again.

“You’ll k-keep them there?” Her brows waved in confused distress, yet the scent of her never dulled. Actually, he thought he felt the heat between her thighstwitchagainst his very sensitive scales.“A-are you sure?”

Her hesitancy waned as she repeatedly darted her gaze between his left hand and his skull. He nodded and patted one last time.

She smelt so damn good, her peach-and-vanilla scent hot and dripping in the back of his throat and nose hole. Her little sounds earlier had been cute, but he wanted her to claw at him with her cries.

The fact she wasn’t immediately rejecting the idea had hope blooming in his gut. He could see she wanted to, but was struggling to convince herself.

“I don’t know. I think it might be embarrassing to...” She bit her lip as her eyes crinkled and her shoulders lifted self-consciously.

Fucking grind on me!He waved his tail harder, trying to stir her into using his body. She’d been happily doing it in her sleep, and he wanted more.Please.

Just the idea had more hardness swelling behind his seam. He slipped his tail back inside his nest, just so he could wrap the end of it over his groin. He laid it there for now, but if he grew any more swollen, he’d use it to keep himself from extruding.