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He was still rather thrilled about that. He thought she may be put off by his forked tongue, or the fact he didn’t have lips to kiss with. He also had fangs and venom, which he knew she’d seen him use.

Since then, the sweet, tangy smell of her arousal had clouded around her all day, thickening and softening. Her gaze also appeared shier, and he found her staring at his skull before quickly looking away with pinkness lifting into her cheeks.

Which he thought was rather weird.

He’d seen this female touch herself and come, so he never expected something as mild as a Mavka’s kiss to make her act so fidgety.

His intentions over the last few days were to have her grow comfortable with her desire around him. To touch herself, and learn that he had the restraint to not take more than just the view and her smells.

The only reason he hadn’t acted on her current state of need was simple. Nathair did not wish for this female to think he only wanted her desire and would steal any opportunity to make the situation sexual. He didn’t wish for her to associate his precious nest with intimacy, and it was imperative she know he didn’t expect anything in it.

He wanted to prove that she could be in any state, and he wouldn’tneedanything from her. No matter how strong it was,or how much he desperately wanted his own release and to touch this infuriatingly alluring creature, he would be good.

I don’t want to be good.If she knew the dark, perverse thoughts that constantly bounced around within his skull, she’d be clawing to leave his home.

Nathair wanted to cherish Linh. His heart very much swelled for her, but he was a male, and one that did not know pleasure from another. But he’d seen it, he’d experienced it in his fragments, and he knew there wereso manyways he could tease and play.

He was oozing with untapped and pent-up lust; it had been rolling around inside him like a thunderstorm forhundredsof years.

Even if he was happy to be patient, he was still a Mavka. He was a species of monster that hated feeling starved, and they were insatiable. His stomach gurgled in emptiness, yet his seed sacs throbbed in fullness.

The only way to sate both was to consume her soul, then spread her thighs around his hips and rut her until he filled her up with every drop of seed he had.

Shewould need to be ready for that.

Their first time would require a lot of restraint on his part, as he doubted he’d be able to unleash all of himself upon her.But the idea of connecting with her makes me feel good.It would mean she asked him to be inside her, and not only trusted him with her delicate body, but her wounded heart and infected soul.

He would be gentle with her and teach her body pleasure. He wanted to show her that sex could be passionate, and he would adore it if she could allow him to discover that with her as well. She was the first female he had in his keeping. He’d never touched nor been touched, but he’d been both the female and the male in the many sex fragments he had.

Nathair would like to learn what it felt like to have a soft hand on his scales, rather than human flesh that did not belong to him. What it felt like to move intimately with his tail, rather than two spindly legs. He’d like to know what it was like whenhe, a Mavka, lost control in the throes.

He’d like to be himself and discover what it felt like to have a female coming aroundhim,for him, while looking at him, touching him, tasting him. That all the things making him a Mavka were wanted, desired, and perverselyyearnedfor. That everything about him which was monstrous andwrongto her kind only made it feel like he was some kind of sinful, evil devil-god about to broker a bargain by offering the touch of his inhuman flesh and depraved pleasure.

He wanted to be craved in the unholiest of ways, and worshipped along the way.

He’d like it to be this female that taught him. Someone who smelt of peaches and vanilla, and had such a kind and feminine voice it tingled his mind. Who giggled and smiled, despite all the internal pain he knew she must be in. A female who was willing to see him as what he wanted to be: someone strong and protective.

Someone willing to listen to him in his silence.

A human whose personality and heart seemed so benign, he wanted to corrupt it just for his greedy self until she’d turned into an aching creature that clawed for more.

Linh, who was internally wounded in the ways he hungered, had drunk from the wrong pond.

A Mavka can hope,he thought with a joyous hum.

“Nathair?” she croaked, digging her thumbnail around the edge of one of his chest scales. “Are you still awake?”

I am always awake.He knew she meant if he was conscious and not in a trance.

He opened a pocket big enough that he could cup the back of her head and patted her silky hair. He combed through the loose half, purposefully tickling her neck. He liked the way she styled it today, and that she often changed it.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Her legs shifted through his coils, and her hands fidgeted against his torso. “I was wondering...”

She paused, and Nathair let out an annoyed sigh.Spit it out, Linh.It likely was a question he couldn’t answer, as her lessons on Nathair speak were slow going. She liked to ask complex questions that required explanation, which he couldn’t do just yet. She’d gotten the hang of his alphabet, so he was able to finger spell many words, but it was too arduous to have a lengthy conversation that way.

However, she was willing to learn, and that was all that mattered.

“Could... we kiss again, like in the forest?” she whispered, and he instantly stiffened around her.