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It was all happening too soon, too quickly.

Two weeks ago, she’d been in the clutches of a vile monster parading around with a human face. The fact she even allowed Nathair to delve his tongue within her mouth wasn’t something she had been able to foresee herself doing so soon.

The pains and aches constantly lingered, and she often shrank at the thought of being intimate. Yet, her utter faith in him only made her dizzy in this moment. She was nervous, but for the right reasons.

His tongue hadn’t been hot like hers, but it had been long, dexterous, and wonderfully textured. It wasn’t even overly wet, like it was drier than a human’s.

Why did he stop?Was it too much for him to hold back? She hated that she couldn’t gauge what he was feeling because of his skull, and that his purr could be hidden by his racing heart. The idea that Nathair might be spiralling, his desire twisting to a dangerous degree, sent a thrill straight to her stomach.

She shouldn’t be teasing this beast, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself – not when he kept instigating it.

As he turned, heading back towards the wild plum tree to obtain her more fruit, Linh followed him in a daze. Her appreciative gaze was more delirious as she took in the play of his back muscles, wishing she’d thought to dig her fingertips into them.

She eyed his bony maw and licked her lips at the memory of that strange kiss.I really want to do that again.

She completely forgot about the huntsman incident.

Nathair snorted a contented huff through his nose hole while his snout poked through a fold of his coiled tail. His neck was twisted in a way that would have put a strain on most creatures, but it felt utterly natural for him.

With his skull lying flat and facing upwards, while his body was twisting on its side, he tightened his arms around the little human in his clutches. Her face was buried against his chest, and her once-cold fingers were warmed in their cupped position against his abdomen.

The length of him wrapped around her in different ways, trapping her. Not much of an imprisonment when she willingly crawled into his space each night.

Although Nathair wasn’t particularly warm, he was a shield from the cool air. Linh heated them both, and his mind grew dozy on the sensation of it sinking beneath his scales.

Why has my lucidity not slipped yet?The voices, ever persistent, still chattered in his mind. After a long while of being motionless, one would usually shove its way to the forefront and yank him semi-unconscious.

It was how it’d always been, and it was his way of sleeping.

He could completely fall asleep, but that never boded well. It was like the complete emptiness of his senses made his gruelling, ruminative fragments more realistic, more comprehensible.

More frightening.

He couldn’t truly hear the outside world, couldn’t smell it, nor could he see it. He’d even been partially eaten by Demons and never registered it other than the pain – which his fragments had utilised for their own gain to disorientate him.

Dreams and senses would swirl and bind, stopping him from separating life from human memories.

So, he rested but didn’t sleep, and the result was the further twisting of his sanity. Coming back to Earth had worsened his mental state, and it had been unbearable for the longest time.

Until the pretty female in his arms rudely kicked her way into his life.

Nathair hummed in contentment as he squeezed her with all of his being, knowing she enjoyed the constriction.

She didn’t like being pinned down or lying back with Nathair towering over her. Yet, being closed in on all sides had become some kind of stress relief.

He twitched when delicate fingers caressed over the scales of his sternum. He hadn’t expected her to be awake still.

As much as he would have liked to bring his head into the folds of his body to check on her, he didn’t. Or, rather,couldn’t.

He snorted another huff, taking in the clean, cool air – which wasn’t clogging him like her constant arousal scent. It’d sparked in his wrappings, and he hadn’t been able to handle the way it fizzled in his lungs.

His sight shifted to bright yellow in both joy and humour.She liked my kiss.She’d been gifting him the salacious aroma on and off all day ever since.

At the time, he’d just wanted to figure out a way to get her to forgive him after scaring her with the spider. He really hadn’t thought she’d be so upset, but he’d found it just too funny not to chase her with it when she squealed and ran away from him.

However, the moment he swept his tongue against her skin, the longing to taste her had overcome him.

She opened her mouth for me.She’d let him delve, and even slipped her tongue against his own in welcome.