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Unsure if such a marking would make her uncomfortable, Nathair wiped his seed-covered hand clean on the furs of his nest wall. She was asking for his touch, and he didn’t want her to retract her request before he got the chance.

He would take this leap with her. He’d come. He was feeling calmer and more in control, and would be able to focus solely on her needs rather than the ache of his own consuming him.

However, he knew she didn’t like being towered over. Even though that would make it easier, he instead curled his semi-flexible torso so he could bring his head below her chin. He also ensured that not a single part of his torso, especially his cocks and tentacles, brushed against her.

She didn’t stiffen, and worry never entered her heavy-lidded gaze, even when he placed his left hand down beside her to keep the weight of his torso up.

With the pocket of space separating them, Nathair tilted his skull as he drew his gaze all over her.

Her scent is so much better up close.

He noted the way her jugular fluttered fast at his proximity, and her heart stammered along with it in his ears. He took in the heat cascading off her skin, hotter than normal and warming him despite their separation. How her flat stomach grew concave on each quick and sharp breath as her generous breasts jiggled.

Nathair leaned forward and pressed the seam of his maw against her lovely lips, and placed his right palm on the side of her neck and jaw. He smeared remnants of his seed on her, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her breaths came out shaken, as if with relief, and she cupped the corners of his jaw to hold him to her.

Brushing his thumb up and down the centre of her chin, he kept his touch light. She moulded kisses to him, completely unbothered that his mimicked lips were bony.

The tenderness he felt towards her only grew in that moment. She ignored the barrier of their differences because her heart was telling her to dole out affection, and it made him feel accepted.

Drifting his hand down the side of her neck, she shivered when his claws and fingertips brushed over her.Her skin is so soft, so smooth.It was hot to the touch for a low-temperature creature such as himself, and it felt divine.

He could have petted something as pure as her arm for hours and been enthralled with the task.

His hand slid to the side, letting her feel the span of his palm against her shoulder while he brushed his thumb over the ridge of her collarbone. He was fascinated by every part of her, and hoped she understood that by his light caress.

Nathair palmed down the flat portion of her chest and over her bundled-up undershirt. She arched into his touch, as if she wanted him to reach lower, faster. He brushed the outside of her breast before cupping it, and his purr of satisfaction tumbled in his chest. He clasped it softly, kneading it lightly, so he didn’t hurt her with his strength. When he thumbed her nipple, she let out a little moan against his bony maw.

She pulled back just a little. “You’re not going to kiss me like before?”

Nathair shook his head, despite the longing to. The dances of their tongues had caused her to be like this, and he wondered how doing so now would deepen her arousal.

The uncertain furrow of her brows softened. “Because of your venom?”

He liked that she asked this, rather than taking it as a rejection. It only proved she longed to see good in him.

He nodded.I accidentally drained my venom sac when I came.Not completely, but enough that he could taste the remnants upon his tongue.

Nathair did dip his head to the side so he could lash his tongue against the side of her neck. He could kiss elsewhere, if she liked, and he very much wanted to.

Her breath hitched, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his skull, grabbing each of his hooked, backwards-curling ram horns. The way she clung to him had a thrill racing down his spine.

He licked across her neck, jaw, and over her ear, giving back each of the many kisses she had just gifted him. The taste of her skin upon his sensitive tastebuds, the feel of her softness brushing against each one, left his mouth tingling. He also cupped the underside of her breast, weighing it in his large palm before drawing away.

As much as he wanted to linger here, there was somewhere that called him.

He drifted his hand down, and her stomach dipped under his claws. He momentarily slipped back up to touch the curve of her waist, letting her know he appreciated there as well, before continuing his teasing path. Her sultry moan, like his descending touch sent sparks through her, was hauntingly beautiful. The moment he brushed down the side of her navel, she lifted her hips up towards him.

Then her heart stammered and her hand shot down to grab his fingers.

“W-wait. Can you use your other hand?” Her lustrous features twisted into a cringe. “You... you came all over this one. What if you get me pregnant?”

Her question elicited fiercely provocative thoughts. Ones that had cum seeping from the tips of his still-hardened cocks until they freely overspilled against the base of his tail.

This little female, so full and flooded with his seed that her stomach rounded with his youngling... A possessive dark green flickered in his sight, and he shuddered with deep want.

He shook his head as he dipped his fingertips into the waistline of her pants.

“No?” she asked, and he shook his head again. “You can’t get me pregnant?”