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The pressure behind his seam throbbed in delight.She removed it on her own.He thought it’d be forever before he’d be allowed to soak in the skin of her navel, to justseethe tight curves of her narrow waist, her wide hips. She even pushed up her undershirt as well and exposed her round breasts for him while still keeping it on.

All his aggression and irritation from earlier bled out of him at seeing them, and Nathair gave her another encouraging purr.

Pretty,he thought with a deep huff, licking across his snout to show his interest.Kisses and I get to see her breasts?He was getting all kinds of gifts today.

They looked soft, like one would pool in the very centre of his palm should he touch it. Her fawny-brown skin was lighter on her breasts and stomach, while the top half of her chest, her arms, and even face were darker. Her nipples were a pinkish-brown, and he watched as she pinched one.

Her other hand went back to play with her clit, and her eyes never left his skull.

She trusts me. Knows I won’t touch.And he was rewarded with a tantalising view.I wish for her to lower her pants as well.He’d like to see her fingers teasing her little clit and pussy, rather than just the imprint of her knuckles through her grey pants.

Once more, she bit at her plump bottom lip.

He was beginning to read this as the first step into her leaping forward. Her gaze always turned shy and uncertain, but he’d already observed she was strong, as she often caved to her own wants.

“You can...” She averted her gaze momentarily, and her heart rate spiked in a way that had him tilting his head in curiosity andworry.She peeked at him, her cheeks reddening. “You can move your tail.”

He rolled it in a wave between her thighs, but she shook her head. Her right foot lowered, and she gently pushed against the tip of it where it was keeping his seam closed.

“It’s-it’s okay. I’ve already seen it.”

His skull tilted as he looked down.She wants me to extrude?He hadn’t thought she’d be comfortable with this, considering how intensely she reacted last time.

When he didn’t, the trickle of hesitancy strong around his heart, she pushed her toes against it again.

“Please? I want to see it.”

Tenderness swelled in his gut, and his pulse quickened.She wants to see me...

He’d like for her to see how much he wanted her, to see what had been buried within him for days while she flittered around him. Nathair wanted to reveal just howmuchhe was holding back, so she would be at ease in his presence, no matter the state of her body.

Lifting the end of his tail, he forced himself to slowly extrude, while also keeping it hidden from view. The relief at releasing the throbbing pressure had his clamped muscles softening. He let out a contented pant at the freedom.

When the tips of his tentacles shielding him were visible to her, he waited to see how she would react. Whether it be encouragement for herself, or for him, she kneaded her breast and played between her thighs.

He let his tail slip to the side and fall off his pelvis to fully reveal his purple tentacles and the way they wrapped around his full girth.Should I open my tentacles?They were long, able to encompass him fully.

“You are really big,” she rasped, her voice shaky and quiet, before nibbling at her lips. “I-I don’t think any human would be able to take you.”

He looked down at it.No, not like this.Not that anyone was supposed to fuck him while his tentacles encompassed him. But he knew beneath them would be more manageable.

He jerked each time she made a little noise of pleasure, and her eyelids flickered in recognition as if she noted it. Her need didn’t seem to be waning, but rather...deepening.

Her arm dipped further inside her pants, as if she was reaching lower. His sensitive ears picked up the minute squelch, but he didn’t know what that meant – only that her toes curled in reaction as she let out a higher-pitched cry than normal. Nathair just panted at her, desperate to do something but unable to.

She stared at him with a hooded gaze. It sharpened, then she glanced away, only to look upon his arousal sticking upright in excitement.

It didn’t seem she knew where she wanted to focus her gaze, and he had a feeling that was due to his own locked on her. He was observing her in what he knew most humans considered an intimate and private moment, which was even more nerve-wracking for someone as wounded as her.

“Do you want to stroke it?” she asked, before her knees turned inwards.

Yes.Absolutely, he wanted to stroke himself.

Still, he pointed to his chest, made a stroking motion in the air, waved at his groin, while tilting his head to convey his question. He wanted to make sure she really wanted this.

She nodded.

This will not go well.