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Oh fuck, yes.Nathair groaned as he made his first stroke up and the ring of his fingers ran over the heads. The rims weren’t pronounced, especially in the middle – like his cocks had once been singular and split apart – but they felt wonderful to stroke over.

Pleasure sparked throughout his groin and made his flesh ripple underneath and behind her. He sagged a little as he stroked himself, lubricant seeping over his fingers.

She squeezed her soft mounds in earnest, often curling her index finger around her nipple before flicking downwards over it.I would like to put my tongue on her breasts.He wondered how his forked tongue would work with her nipples, and if she’d like the way he could move it.

Her arm sunk deeper into her pants like before, and he wondered if that meant she’d sheathed her fingers inside herself. It was a new action. He hoped it was in want of what he was stroking, and Nathair quickened his pace as he rubbed up and down.

His black claws glinted in the light, and his dark-grey fingers were a stark contrast against the colour of his cocks. He observed her eyes dipping up and down with his movements. She seemed to like it when he slipped his index finger between them, splitting them momentarily, and he enjoyed the way it felt. Her lips often parted to moan or pant, but her teeth bit down on the bottom one when his abdomen and pectoral muscles bunched and leapt beneath his scales.

Each cute noise from her had his embedded seed sacs clenching until the bubble of precum overflowed to drip down the slightly tapered heads. He answered her with his own slow and airy groans.

Fuck this feels good.Being watched while he fucked his fist around his shafts, beinginvolvedin her pleasure, felt amazing.

“I really like the colour of you,” she stated softly. “I like that your cocks are purple.”

The purred groan that shuddered out of him had him quaking inwards like he was melting.She likes them.Fuck, she couldhavethem. He wanted her to claim them. To touch them, tastethem, mount one at a time, or both if she would allow it – he didn’t care how.

He stroked his hand down to hold the bases so she could see how long his cocks were without his tentacles impeding her view. To see them for all their twitching glory, and how wet they were with his lubricant from how turned-on he was. He stroked the left one lightly before doing the same to the right, letting her see their sizes on their own, then gripped them both in his fist again.

Her cries became more consistent, her self-touches more erratic and hurried. Her hips waved, as if she wanted to grind on her fingers, just as her head tilted back.

That’s it, Linh. Make yourself come.

Her eyes rolled, and her back arched, right as the heady scent of her arousal clasped at his throat. She let out a cry as her knees drew up to her chest and parted, and the hand between her thighs quickened.

She came, and Nathair worked his cocks harder, faster, gripping them with strength until they meshed tightly. His maw parted for ease of panting, and the venom on his stilled tongue was sweeter with the taste of her orgasm he’d stolen from the air.

Her sated look only lasted until she saw him still masturbating over what he’d just seen, heard, and smelt. Her limpness faded as her fingers upon or inside her pussy began to work again.

I am close,he thought with a groan.

And he was glad he wouldn’t be releasing without the view of her.

In his lust-addled thoughts, it took him longer than it should have to realise something. Something that instantly had continuous bubbles of precum welling at the tips of his cocks.

Is she...He slowed his strokes to make sure, and threw his head back when a thrilledwhinenearly felled him.She is mimicking me!

She was matching his speed, as if she was picturing them inside her, and Nathair’s free hand clawed at the ledge of his nest. He played with her tempo himself, his strokes becoming rapid, only to slow. They were unpredictable, and she tried to match each one.

His tail uncoiled behind her when his embedded sacs clenched. He couldn’t help it, not when a tingle raced outwards from his groin to shoot down the vertebrae of his long spine.

His groans evolved into constant quiet whines as his cocks swelled. Intense pleasure ran up them, and his hips jerked and twitched, right as he came simultaneously from both. Pearly white seed burst from him in thick and powerful ropes up his chest.

Nnhn, fuck.He couldn’t hold back his hips from pumping any longer, fucking his fist as he worked through the rest of his orgasm. Then, as the release began to soften, a few voluminous drops dripped onto his shafts, tentacles, and fingers when it stopped violently shooting from him.

All the while, Linh didn’t stop, her soft moans ensuring he’d come hard as bliss made him writhe behind her. Even when he stopped stroking, his breaths shallow, hard, and choked, she didn’t cease.

After her first orgasm, he thought she’d lose her enthusiasm. She usually only came once, but she seemed to be in a worse state than before. Linh trembled from head to toe, her eyes glassy and wet, but there was no evidence of spilled tears. Her breaths were so high-pitched and strangled she sounded as though she was in pain.

Worry lanced his satisfied stupor when this little female sounded...distressed.

“N-Nathair,” she called so sweetly, dripping with need, that it sounded like pure heaven. He was a monster, a Mavka, acorrupt and bloodthirsty creature; his name shouldn’t be called so sensually and around sultry breaths.

The utter fucking delight of it slashing through him was wicked, and he was depraved enough to want more. It made him want to do obscene things to this tiny, vulnerable female.

Her hand drew back like she removed her fingers from her channel, and her voice was low as she said, “I-I really want you to touch me right now.”

I can touch?he thought with a deep, rumbling groan.