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She wants to kiss again.He almost groaned.

They’d only kissed twice: her kisses as she pressed her lips all over his skull the first time he’d watched her touch herself, and today...hiskiss, which had been messy and confusing even to him.

His chest swelled that she’d asked for another. That she’d asked for anything at all. Linh was, understandably, hesitant.

The temptation was too hard to resist, and he slipped his head into the centre of his wrapped self.

Nathair instantly choked on the thick, clogging aroma of her arousal. It was so heavy that the air itself felt charged and hot. His skin tightened around his muscles and bones as he held back his full-body shudder.

She had, apparently, been thinking about kissing him for a while. Had he known that something so simple and innocentfrom his side could instil such a strong reaction, he may have done it sooner.

With his orbs threatening to shift to purple, he utilised every bit of willpower to keep them their usual orange hue so as to not startle her. He cupped the side of her head and directed her face towards his bony one. She tilted back to make it easier, as he pressed the seam of his maw against her soft and plump lips.

Linh immediately pressed against his mouth harder, and brushed her lips in waves, seeming unbothered that he didn’t have his own to mesh against. Nathair wanted to try something new, and he attempted to utilise his partible lower jaw segments to mimic the movement of her lips. Surprisingly it worked, and he was pleased he could almost kiss like a human.

But I want the taste of her.He snuck his chance when her lips parted again, and he swiped across them with his forked tongue. She opened them more for him.

A groan caught in his throat, and he shoved his tongue as deep as he could. Their tongues clashed and were messy due to the fork he had in his own. Despite being split like a serpent’s, his was flatter and wider, and she slipped hers between the two halves.

All the while, her lips pressed against his closed maw. Nathair had only separated the segments of his jaw, as opening his mouth could make his fangs dip and his venom leak. He had to be careful, as he didn’t know what would happen if she were to ever ingest it.

Of her own accord, she ended it by shutting her lips and pulling back. She panted, her breaths sweet and filled with her scent, and the taste of it lingered within his maw.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered breathlessly, as her gaze moved back and forth between his orbs.

He clasped one of her forearms to push her hand against him, then covered it to show she could do whatever she pleased. Hewanted her hands upon him, and had been waiting for her to grow the courage to do so.

Linh leaned forward again, pressing her lips against his skull, and he was slightly taken aback that she wanted more. He gave her his tongue again, and she greedily accepted it. Both her palms lay flat against his abdomen, and she swiped them to the sides, feeling his body and the muscles that leapt under her caress.

Her hands are so soft against me.He hummed in contentment, as his wobbling sight finally defeated him and shifted to bright purple. He clenched his seam to make sure he didn’t begin to extrude, and kept his hands where she’d find them safe: her back.

He would not ruin this for his own selfish longing.

Her hands glided upwards. He almost chuckled when she gripped both his pectoral muscles and kneaded them. Although firm, they squished against her fingers. The longer she did it, the more her thighs squeezed around his tail.

Her breasts pressed against his abdomen, and her hard nipples scraped him through her purple garment.

The arm she lay upon remained to fondle his chest in obvious appreciation, which made his body puff with pride and tenderness. The other palm began to caress him everywhere as their tongues danced: his biceps, his forearm, before darting to his back to touch his exposed rib bones. She explored everything that was different to her, including the flexible fins going down his sides.

With each foray, lightness pushed into his skull. Her scent choked him, while the fascinating nuances of her body – the way she released soft ‘mmm’ sounds around his tongue, and how her pretty face became docile and relaxed – all had the voices softening. They remained, ever present, but the ease of pressure had Nathair turning into a puddle.

Her hand descended the front of his body, and she tickled the muscled ridge between his seam and hip bone. He let out a quiet, shaken whine when he had to clench his seam so hard it pinched all the way across his pelvis.

Seemingly unaware of the danger she almost put herself in, how his tentacles almost lost their battle at keeping him at bay, she brought her hand up. Then she took it away, twisted it, and he felt the backs of her knuckles against his abdomen instead.

Her hand descended once more, but into the confines of her pants. Her movements were slow, and her lazy gaze bore into his orbs as she slowed their kiss.

“Is this okay?” she whispered against his maw.

He could feel where she was going, what she intended. Nathair tightened his arms around her and leaned forward to lick her lips with a nod, hoping to continue their leisurely kiss.

He knew the moment she grazed her clit because she released a raspy moan around his tongue. Her mouth became unresponsive as she began to play with the bundle of nerves, going in circles before moving side to side.

Nathair pulled back to watch her features twitch with pleasure, overjoyed that he could hold her while she did this.

It wouldn’t last much longer, as he could only hold back his tentacles for so long. He’d like for her to come in his arms, so he could feel the way she tensed up, and experience her release on a much deeper level.

Don’t extrude. Don’t ruin this,Nathair pleaded to himself when her hand worked faster.