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“Yes, just… taken by surprise.”

The way her face scrunched up and her hesitation told him she was measuring her words for him.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Immediately, her hands and head shook. “No!”

With demons, he had to learn to speak his mind without filters. Yet the uneasy woman in front of him served as a reminder that whatever habit he forced himself to learn wouldn’t work here. Demons and humans seemed to have enough cultural differences to destabilize him.

“Then, what is it?” he questioned, perplexed.

Another sigh, this time more exasperated.

“It’s not that common for humans to openly talk about this, especially between strangers, and then you just say what you think without a problem and you’re so eager to answer my questions without shame, and even show me, and I’m just over here trying not to think about the fact that I was just masturbating to you?—”

Her hand flew to cover her mouth, but it was already too late: she said it, and now there was no way for him to forget about it.

“I’m an idiot,” Naomi mumbled, eyes wide. She let herself slip onto the couch, resting her head against the backrest. “I’m a fool. I finally lost it.”

She touched herself to thoughts of me.

He felt his cock twitch inside its pocket, and it surprised him, too. Never before had he felt any attraction towards a human, but somehow, knowing this woman was physically attracted to him made him feel tingles all over his body, as if electrically charged.

Naomi picked up a pillow and covered her face with it. “Please don’t look at me,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t mind that you touched yourself to me.”

Her whole body visibly shivered at his words, and she peeked at him from the side of the pillow.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do know,” he debated. “It pleased me to hear that.”

She threw the pillow away in shock, her voice getting louder. “It pleased you?”

His eyes traveled over her, starting at her pretty round face, then down to the curves of her body, stopping at her thick thighs before returning to her eyes. Not a beauty he was used to—lacking all the beastly features he saw daily—but yes, she was definitely attractive. More than simply attractive, actually.

The new knowledge that she felt desire for him gave him confidence.

“So, do you want to see?” he asked again.

Naomi opened her mouth, then closed it again. She hesitated a few moments, clearly torn and disoriented, then eventually nodded. “Yes. Sure, why not? I’d like to see.”

He stood still while he willed his body to do its thing. A slit opened in his crotch and a thick, long cock emerged from the fur, partially erect and charcoal black. It was long and cylindrical with a tip, and a knot at the base.

“Oh my god.”

Naomi swallowed thickly, eyes wide. Her body leaned forward to look closer, likely not realizing she was doing it, but now the image of her face next to his cock wouldn’t leave his mind.

“We don’t use clothes like humans do,” he explained. “So our parts stay hidden, to stay protected.”

“It’s…” Her voice trailed off, unable to come up with an adjective.

His cock twitched at the pure fascination in her expression, and she flinched at the movement. She looked up at him, surprised and… turned on? He studied her face carefully and yes, there seemed to be lust in her gaze.