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She slumbered on my nest, curled against my side for a rotation.

I shook off the encroaching drag into unconsciousness, struggling to remain aware and awake. I would not be able to fight it much longer.

Soon, unconsciousness would suck me into a fathomless void where lashes licked across my flesh.

My Little Mortal gasped, her head moving side to side—was she unhappy? Even in my short travels to the mortal realm, it had been a concept many humans moaned and whined over. I did not understand it, and I had no interest in it—until now.

Tears had dripped from her eyes; it caused this visceral throb to travel through my torso.

She was not in pain when I pleasured her. I stretched my wings out of my path to crawl down until I hovered over her succulent pussy.

I pried her knees apart, exposing her. My seed had filled her to the brim, claiming her.

Her scent, sweet, earthy—and wholly mine—lured me forward, and I ran my tongue along the slit.

I focused on the little throbbing bud and tongued her again.

She moaned, her hips lifting with a groan.

I did not think it possible for a mortal female to taste so decadent.

Nor did I expect to enjoy feasting on the nectar between her legs.

No mortal or Novian had ever caused in me this feral urge to claim. I slid my tongue into her tight sheath.

Her sex clamped around my tongue, clenching as if it never wanted to release me. I rubbed against her inner walls, pumping with each lick.

It did not take her long to reach her climax, her channel flexing as sighs left her lips. Such sweet sounds from my Little Mortal. She wriggled onto her side and curled her arm under her cheek, settling into sleep.

Her soul glowed brilliantly, ready to be devoured on the quickly approaching Novareth when I would feed on her soul and extinguish her being.