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Longing flashed behind his eyes, but he was quick to hide it. From what he had shared before, his existence has been plain. Naomi loved sharing small moments like these with him, to give him the chance to experience new things, but her heart still ached to know he had never felt such small joys before.

She pressed further against him, brushing her face against his fur. Finally, his head turned to her, gazing down at her curled-up form.

“Are you cold?” he asked, confused by her behavior.

“No, I just like feeling close to you.”

His grip on her leg tightened, purposeful this time.

“I have a question, but I don’t want to be invasive.”

She perked up, curious. “You can ask anything.”

“Do you have a partner?”

Naomi’s first instinct was to get angry about the question subtly implying she could be a cheater, but she realized Kilean didn’t know much about humans, and for all she knew, demons might not be monogamous—or even fond of commitment at all.

“I don’t have a partner,” she eventually said. “Most humans are monogamous, but even the ones with multiple partners never do it without having a conversation with the people they’re involved with. Going behind someone’s back to be with someone else is considered cheating, and that’s a very sensitive topic for many.”

“I had no idea.”

Naomi went on dates from time to time, but it was usually for short-term adventures. She hadn’t had a serious relationship in a few years. Not because she couldn’t find a man or a woman worth committing to, but because she didn’t feel the need for that type of thing. For the everyday type of commitment, at least. This thing with Kilean, however… it could be different.

“Do you have a partner?”

It was probably a bit late to ask that, but she figured better late than never.

He shook his head. “Lack of freedom, remember?”

Kilean had seemed very confident and experienced from the intimacy they had shared, so she had assumed he must have had sex before. He did mention that demons were a lot more open about sexuality, but relationships seemed to be a step too far. For his kind, at least.

His hand slowly brushed against the length of her thigh, stopping right at her knee and then going back up. He did it a few times, and while his expression was comfortable and not sensual, his touch was still turning her on.

Despite the quick sexual encounter they had, Naomi could not get his cock out of her mind, still remembering his confidence and dedication. She had gotten off at the memory of him for two full years—only to feel immediately guilty post-orgasm, then sad at the reminder she wouldn’t see him again.

Groaning in frustration, she moved and straddled his hips, keeping herself up just enough to not sit on him. His eyes widened, surprised, but he didn’t complain or push her away. Naomi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands digging into the fur at the back of his head. As a reply, Kilean grabbed her soft hips, squeezing them gently.

“I have thought about you,” he quietly admitted. “While I was in Hell, I thought about you often. About your pretty eyes, about your constant questions, about your chalet, about how soft you felt.” He hesitated a moment, then added, “About how I didn’t touch you as much as I wanted to back then, because there was no time.”

His confession filled her with pride and glee. It made her pussy ache, too.

“Do you want to touch me now?”

“Yes,” he immediately answered, almost breathy, desperate.

“Do it, then.”

Without needing to be told twice, Kilean slipped his hands under her sweater, caressing her back. He leaned forward, his nose and lips brushing against her neck. He settled Naomi in his lap and pulled her closer, squishing her plump body against his own, her chubby belly and full tits pressing against his round stomach. Naomi loved the way his body felt, so strong and big and soft at the same time. He was so hot, and he probably didn’t even realize it.

She groaned. His touch felt amazing, and he was taking his time to fully enjoy her, but she was horny and frustrated, and could not wait any longer—she had two years of fantasies and solo masturbation to make up for. He watched, confused, as she pulled back and stood up, quickly getting rid of all her clothes. He seemed almost disappointed, as if he had wanted to take them off himself, but she told herself he could do it another time. She needed him now.

His cock emerged from his hiding place, already hard. Finally naked, she straddled his lap again, brushing her pussy against it. Kilean closed his eyes and groaned at the light contact.

Grinning, she took his dick and held it at the right angle, then moved her hips forward to brush her clit against it. He helped her move with a hand on her round ass, his other hand digging into a pillow, fabric tearing. Her smile grew, confidence growing with it.

When Naomi felt like she was wet enough, she stopped her movements, earning a strained grunt from Kilean. He opened his eyes again then, looking at her with a mix of frustration and lust in his eyes.

Naomi had prepared for this, buying thicker and longer dildos just to be ready for him, in case she ever managed to succeed in finding him again. She was ready to take him like she had imagined in so many different fantasies.