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Her little cries were like mild waves rolling over him, and he took in their decadence with strain.

She leaned forward to press her face against his collar bone.

“You smell so nice,” she whispered around hitches of breath.

She kissed at his scales, and he swore her little tongue darted out to taste him. Then she went higher. She licked across the sideof his neck, his fuckinggills, before giving them a messy, lewd kiss too.

A choked groan burst from him. Nathair shot his hand down to physically stop his deep, throbbing arousal from shooting forward. He doubted his tentacles would have been able to keep ahold of him if he didn’t.

She stopped, likely due to the back of his hand now being nestled against her thighs, and very close to her pussy.

Linh,he whimpered, panting against her.

He wanted to release the pressure throbbing within; it would be more bearable than keeping it hidden. He longed to replace her hand with his own and bring her to release.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, the desirous heat in her gaze softening as she frowned. “I-I didn’t know if your gills were sensitive or not.”

Thatwas why she stopped?

He was so damn thankful that it wasn’t in reaction to his hand placement, and he cupped the back of her neck with the other and pressed her face against them.

Nathair was torturing himself. He didn’t know how he had the willpower for such agony, but he was so content in his suffering that he didn’t care. Not when she kissed his gills again and her hand started back up between her thighs.

He was swallowing up her moans as they vibrated against the thick flaps of skin, and each moan tingled the bottom of his lungs. It was like she was caressing him all the way to his sternum, and it felt so damn good his maw parted to drip venom.

And yet, the closer she seemed to get, the harder it became to staysane.

His muscles swelled with restraint against the nagging desire to strike at her with his hands, his tongue, his damn cock. He needed release. Fuckingachedfor it.

He yearned for her.

I can’t!Nathair’s mind bellowed as he flung his wrappings open.

Linh gasped at his jarring movements as he writhed and slithered to separate them before he did something he would regret.

Fresh air greeted his senses, giving him back just a semblance of control. He shifted until he was able to reluctantly wrap the end of his tail over his seam to hold himself at bay as he positioned her behind it. He seated her against a wall of his limb and sat back as he wildly huffed.

“Nathair?” she asked, her voice higher pitched and shaky, mingled with arousal and obvious uncertainty.

His orbs flashed a reddish pink in shame and embarrassment, and he released a curt whine in answer. He shuddered, utterly thankful for the separation, as it allowed his mind to sharpen – even if that meant the voices chattering grew louder.

The lit torch gave low light, the oil mostly burned off, but he thought it would be enough for her to see him. Still, just in case, he pricked his palm and touched the side of his nest to give her his light symbol.

“T-too much?” She gave him an unsure smile, her face cringed into an expression of what he thought may be hope.

He nodded, showing her his quaking hands, and they trembled as he placed them on the ledge of his nest like usual. A safe placement, one where he could let out his strength and need by partially destroying his nest.

Her eyes softened. “Do you want me to stop?”

The growl that came from him was unhinged, beastly, anddangerous.

I will not be tortured just for neither of us to achieve release.Harder than normal, Nathair rolled his tail between her thighs to get her to play.

He just needed space to ensure her safety fromhim.

Hesitant, she began to touch herself like before, and he purposefully let out a purr to show he was pleased.

She bit her bottom lip hard, and her gaze turned meek. Her movements slowed before pausing as she eyed him almost cautiously. She removed her hand, grabbed the bottom of her purple dress, and lifted it off her body.