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“Why don’t you just accept my offer for once?” he asked, his voice soft and coy, as if he was trying his absolute best to be convincing.

“Because you make me nervous.”

Because even though Lindiwe had changed over the years, had become hardened, resilient, and no longer the na?ve woman she used to be, he somehow always brought out a strange side to her. The one that was shy, unsure, and nervous.

Even now her heart sped up at the idea, like it wanted her pussy to flutter alongside it, but that sense of wary dread cycloned through her. Her cheeks warmed, and she found her gaze turning meek when with the rest of the world it was sharp, focused, and unyielding.

“I thought after so many years you would be used to me by now,” he stated with the tiniest hint of humour, even if it didn’t show on his face.

She waved her hands beside her hips to swim backwards to escape his daunting presence. The tendril around her ankle tightened, yanked her back, and then grew up and under her pants until it had spiralled around her leg. It tickled as it went, the lightness of it making her foot arch.

“I actually think time has made it worse,” she admitted with a rasp, trying to ignore how fast her body responded to something that usually had her lashing out. “Everything about us is stilted. Like two puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit.”

The tendril lengthened until it wrapped around her knee and then slipped higher still. “Then we can reshape our own pieces until they do.”

Lindiwe’s back nearly arched when it tickled its way over the bundles of nerves that trailed up the inside of her thigh.

Not only her pussy, but even her womb seemed to quiver in reaction – a feeling she’d never ever experienced before in her life.

And that fact alone made her want nothing more than to run away.

I’m afraid of sex. With you. Because he was a fumbling god who wielded too much power and strength for a being who was half-formed.

When she didn’t say anything, her hands still bundled near her chest and unsure, he inched his way just that bit closer. He placed his right hand on her knees and pushed them down like he wanted her to relax.

“I’m asking you to trust me, Lindiwe.”

I don’t know if I should trust you, though , she thought, never daring to say that to him. Yet despite her trepidation, her body betrayed her by growing warm for him.

Okay, so maybe her body wasn’t as disinterested in sex as her mind was, but she didn’t know if that was a good enough reason to do this.

But... Lindiwe licked at the seam of her lips. What if he doesn’t hurt me this time? What if it actually felt... nice?

A time unknown, but one of sensuality

Weldir enjoyed gravitating into this little female’s space. Whenever he did, she let down her guard with him, as if the distance allowed her to put up an invisible barrier between them.

It also allowed him to better see the changes in her.

Like how her pulse, although constantly thrumming from her in waves that pumped through the air around her for him to perceive, fluttered a little faster in the delicate column of her throat.

How she nibbled the inside of her lip, so subtly that had he not been closer, he doubted he would have noticed.

Or how her eyes, which were either sharply narrowed or dull, widened ever so slightly and made her appear more doe-like. Shy, ready to flee, and reserved.

Oddly enough, that seemed to be the only time she was ever receptive to him.

“We don’t have to have sex, if you prefer,” he stated, manifesting part of his physical self to coat his right hand in its entirety.

He gently placed the tips of his fingers against the top of her thigh so he could slip it under her tunic and to the waistline of her pants.

“I have learned there are other things we can do.”

Things that would have her pleasure in mind.

It’d taken him a while to realise that was what she desired. Pleasure, touch, a connection. He’d given their coitus much thought to begin with, but not enough. He’d regarded them, and it, but had lacked appreciation for the things she likely actually wanted.

They could start small and maybe from there grow confidence together.

“You absolutely swear you won’t hurt me this time?” she asked in a small voice, her bundled hands against her chest gripping each other tighter.

A sense of triumph radiated through his mist at her faltering. Seems I haven’t completely ruined this. Lindiwe didn’t ask for much, or really anything at all, since they’d created their bond. He’d been disappointed in himself that he’d failed the one thing she’d openly requested from the heart.

“I won’t,” he vowed, slipping his hand higher under her tunic until he went past the bumps around her waist from her trousers, and perceived smoothness where her skin must be. “I will go slower and be gentler.”

Lindiwe then nibbled her fuller bottom lip blatantly before lightly nodding.

Weldir was pleased that she was choosing this rather than wanting to scamper off like frightened prey.

Such a creature didn’t suit this often bold and lionhearted human – whom he’d seen battle the world with tenacity and determination.

Now that he had her consent, he raised his wrist so her tunic would lift up as he brushed his fingertips higher. Her stomach concaved under his careful touch before expanding, her breaths growing more rapid at an increasing rate.

Then Weldir separated his sight from his physical body, allowing himself to see what he was doing at a better angle. Close enough to view her tiny tells, but far enough he could observe an overall image of her, and himself.

Weldir also used the change of pressure to know when he reached the underside of her breast, and how his hand made a noticeable imprint under her clothing. He neared his body a little more and lightly grasped her hip to run his hand up her side, trying to give her more touch.

She let out a sharp breath and her body bent to the side to escape his hand. “T-that tickles!”

Holding her waist with the underside of her breast between his thumb and forefinger, he paused. “Sorry. Should I go firmer?”

“I think some tickles are okay,” she answered, then licked at the seam of her lips nervously. “Like when your tendril caressed my thigh, it made me feel good, but I think my side was a little too intense.”

Weldir appreciated her honesty, as he needed her guidance more than she knew. He made sure he’d remember that information for later, and continued his path upwards, the hand on her side pulling her tunic further up so he could see better.

He revealed her sizeable breasts, both peaked with dark-brown nipples and bumpy areolas. His fingers sunk around the softness of the right one as he gave it a squeeze, not daring to touch those points that were hardening before his eyes just yet.

All the practise with Nathair has been helping, he thought, when she didn’t shy from his knead but appeared to push into his hold for more.

He was strong and could destroy just as easily as he could caress.

Learning not to harm his own offspring had been a challenge.

One that now benefited him by being able to touch something far more precious and fragile.

With her tunic bundled above her breasts, Weldir lifted his left hand to cup the side of her neck, brushing his clawed thumb underneath her jaw.

With the other hand, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

It moved under his touch, as did she when she gave a raspy gasp with a breath that concaved her stomach.

“Is this okay?” he asked, rubbing back and forth over the peak.

With her gaze fixated on his hand and her breast, she nodded. He circled around her nipple, trying to see how she best liked being teased – he’d seen many options, and knew there were dozens of ways to do this.

These can be very sensitive for a female. And even just brushing them against a male’s chest could be pleasurable for some. As could be hands, mouths, tongues, and even genitals.

The thumb underneath her jaw slipped higher, and Weldir petted her bottom lip, which was much fuller and poutier than the top. He did this more for himself, rather than her, as he’d grown increasingly more curious about her lips since their first kiss.

He’d been surprised by how much a kiss could spark desire in her to the point she’d somewhat clung to him. She’d even reached for him, and he often wondered if he tried again, would she react the same way?

As much as he wanted to lean in just to see, he didn’t.

He’d rather see how she reacted to his touch. Especially when he gave her nipple a light pinch between his thumb and forefinger while he kneaded the yielding mound of her breast.

Her lips parted under his thumb, and a soft, barely noticeable moan slipped from her.

Her eyes then widened a little and she covered her mouth with her hand as if she hadn’t expected herself to moan.

He could see a hint of pinkness in her checks, a flush of arousal causing her brown complexion to glow.

Even her relaxed face, her beseeching eyes, and the way her appearance shied told him she was blushing.

She even nibbled on her bottom lip a little, like she wanted something to do. “You’re being very gentle,” she stated, her voice barely reaching a whisper.

“I’ve learned there is a journey to take, one which is to be sensual.”

After brushing her cheek, he finally lowered his hand from her face so he could remove her tunic. Whatever shyness she held had been eaten up by her desire, since she not only didn’t resist, but also aided him by wriggling her arms from it.

He then cupped both her breasts and swirled them around with a firmer pressure, massaging them.

Lindiwe reached out to hold his biceps, but her hands merely passed through him as he was focusing the physical parts of himself on his face, so she could see him, and his hands, so she could feel him. She moaned again when he pinched both her nipples like he had before.