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He unhooked his finger, so it wasn’t so intense, but kept the targeted pressure as he used it to give a tentative thrust. When she rewarded him with a lost moan, quiet and weak, he moved it in and out slowly.

Her head lolled to the side as she bounced with it. All that did was make her arch her back repeatedly, but he took it to mean that it felt wonderful for her. She was tangling her semi-loose hair, causing loops to form behind her head.

Parted lips spilled deliciously erotic cries as he brought her close to the cresting waves of her orgasm again. All the while, she hugged his head against her, refusing to let go, as if she needed it to stay centred.

I am sorry, little female, but I cannot take it.

Nathair was losing it. He couldn’t take the onslaught of this as much as he’d believed he could.

Trying to balance his weight on nothing but his neck and the loop where his humanoid torso met his serpent limb, he lifted his left hand away from next to her. He darted it down to his cocks, wrestled them with his fingers to bring them both into his fist, and stroked them.

He didn’t know what noise was coming from him. If it was a purr, a needy growl, or a desperate, quaking groan, but it bubbled in his chest.

Nathair masturbated to what he was doing to her, how she seemed to adore it, as he matched it to the tempo of his finger thrusting with her snug pussy.

Come again, Linh.

His cocks were jerking in such enthusiasm that he was moments from losing his seed. He’d like to do this with her.

He nuzzled her with the hard bone of his skull, twisting it side to side in hopes that would help her. He thrust faster, trying to be careful with her delicate body but demanding that she give him what they both wanted.

She let go of a horn to slap her hand against his shoulder, and dug her nails into his flesh. His muscles bounced and leapt under his self-stroking movements, and her pussy clenched around him.

“Oh gods. You’re... you’re...” she couldn’t get it out, but he didn’t need her to.

She knew what he was doing, and it only seemed to arouse her more.

Just before he thought he’d come alone, her body tensed as she let out a wild scream. When her cunt clutched his finger and flooded with liquid, Nathair ceased breathing as he released against his own tail and the base of his nest.

His sight blackened, and he swore life was expelling from him through his cocks, bleeding out of him as unfathomable pleasure jolted his entire body. His finger inside her slowed, and he had to stop his claw from unsheathing, as his control was almost lost in the wake of his muscles bunching into stone.

I want inside her. I want to feel her do this around me.He stroked himself faster, trying to drain his cocks, as rapture made him whine.

When they were both done, Nathair removed his hand from his cocks to hold himself up. He panted through his nose hole,his maw clamped shut by her weak hold and his refusal to pull away.

Limp against him, he allowed Linh’s lovely face to enthral him.That was very much worth every bit of suffering.

He had not come since he released within his seam, as he didn’t want to be found fucking his own fist. He could only imagine her horrified reaction; he doubted he would have been anything but rough with himself.

His reward was sweet. It was made even better by this cuddle that had this sated and well-pleasured female in it. He would have adored staying here, in her arms, as her drenched cunt fluttered around his finger.

That was until her face twitched and pulled back into a cringe, and her core delicately fluttering around his finger tightened. Her body locked up.

“C-could you remove your hand... please,” she whispered, her voice croaked and cracked from crying out.

Nathair did as requested, slipping away from the depths of her pants. Her legs immediately snapped shut, and her knees turned to the side as she trembled. She didn’t let go of his head, and the arm that had drifted away returned to squeeze it. Then her eyes clenched shut and her lips turned inwards as if with pain.

For a long while, she squeezed him as they both remained unmoving. When too long passed, Nathair’s sight grew white with worry.

“S-sorry. My stomach hurts all of a sudden.” Despite her cringe, she gave him a smile that looked horrible, as it was utterly false and only worn for his reassurance. “I really want to hold you, but you’re covered in come.”

I see.He’d be disappointed that she seemed to have an aversion to his seed marking her, but the rejection that stung was entirely unnecessary.

She did not understand Mavka, or his sudden and weird desire he had growing to smother her in it. To claim her body as his, and ward it from other males, especially those of his own kind – it didn’t matter that they were in a cave where they absolutely wouldn’t be disturbed.

She was a human; that was all he needed to remember.

Patting at the bottom of his nest, Nathair retrieved some cloth he’d obtained to soften the hardness of his treasures for her. He held it in his fist and nudged it against her arm until she peeked open her eyes to see it. Then he wiped down his body as best as he could, gauging where he felt wet, before tossing it.