Chapter 15

Nathair groaned and flicked his forked tongue forward at the sweet aroma in the air.

He'd grown accustomed to the little female in his keeping releasing subtle wafts of arousal, but it usually wasn't as strong as it currently was. Venom dripped in his mouth due to the way the scent relaxed every fibre of him, and he swallowed to rid himself of its lingering taste.

She is lying on me,he thought, since the light pressure of her waved up and down from his breaths.

He was lying flat and spread out to the point most of his tail had slipped from the nest. It wasn't uncomfortable, since his entire body could twist.

He went to lift his head to look down at her, and grunted when he couldn't move it. My horns are caught. He patted a hooked horn to feel how it'd slipped between tree branches and figured out the motion to unlatch himself.

Once freed, he tilted his snout downwards to take in the pretty female sprawled upon his torso.

He chuckled. Fuck, that's cute.

The side of her face was squished against the hard plane of his abdomen with an arm resting above her head, while the other hand dangled down the side of him. One foot rested on top of his tail, as the other tried to dig its way underneath him.

Trying not to jostle her awake, Nathair reached his arms back so he could pull himself up and be seated. She slipped down a little, but otherwise remained how she was positioned.

Her hips dipped towards him, before she hummed out a pant.

What are you dreaming about to smell this sweet?Nathair thought, as he cupped the base of her skull.

He leaned his own to the side when he thought he felt wetness, and another chuckle threatened to fall from him. She is drooling.

When his claws slipped up the side of her kinked neck, she stretched it in welcome. Her hips dipped again, like she was wiggling to get closer.

Nathair flicked his tongue forward just to take in the taste of her arousal, allowing himself a tiny reward for his endless patience.

He had a pretty human on him, peacefully asleep, and filled with desire. A Mavka such as him couldn't have asked for a sweeter return to lucidity than this.

He would let her have her dreams. They were all hers; Nathair did not have to be part of them.

Brushing her long braid to the side, he pushed some escaped strands behind her ear so he could see better. He stroked the rounded top with his fingertip, and she let out a little rasp. Just as he was about to pat her hair down, she dipped her hips again, and her features tightened as her parted lips cracked out a moan.

Nathair froze and drifted his sight down to her rounded backside. Or, rather, the way her thighs were spread around his tail just below his groin. Her entire body was warm against him, but he realised then that he could feel a spot of muted heat.

He covered the end of his snout, closed his sight in distress, and let out a tiny whimper.

Her hips weren't dipping, she was grinding her clit against him.

Just to make sure he wasn't mistaken, he waved his tail to do it back, and she squeaked out a moan and pressed against him harder.

All the softness of his return to lucidity evolved into hardness. He'd been able to handle her sleepy arousal, but the idea of her using his body as a masturbating pad to achieve completion was too much. He shuddered and clenched his seam when the hardness behind it truly began to swell. She was lying directly upon it, and he didn't wish for her to wake up mortified and then to scream, cry, or panic.

She was lying on him trustingly, and he would like for her to do so again in the future.

Opening his sight to find the edges of it glowing bright purple, he patted the top of her head. Wake up, Linh.

Her features screwed up in irritation, her lips cringing. She ground against him again before turning her head the other way.

"Five more minutes," she pleaded.

Now that she was half-awake, her movements worsened. She became more audible as little pants and quiet moans slipped from her parted lips. She even bit down on the bottom one.

Shit. Stop.

He palmed the top of her head until he made it roll back. Her eyes fluttered open when he directed her face to his, her gaze lazy and glistening with desirous heat.

Female... you are making it very difficult to be good.

Nathair was not infallible.

If she twisted him up enough with her sounds, scent, and movements, he may make a mistake. He didn't think any male, who had a vast amount of pent-up need, could last under such onslaught.

He could push her off, but he didn't wish for her to think he was unwelcoming of this. He'd rather she just didn't think he took advantage of her by allowing it. He didn't wish for her to regret it later.

Trying to make her understand, he produced a loud whimper. It was a real one, as having her grind her needy clit against him when she was looking at him had him near shuddering in delight.

Her lost gaze narrowed as her lips shut.

Then her brown eyes flung open. A gasp tore out of her as she shoved herself up until she was straddling him, and the muted heat became stronger when her entire slit pressed against him.

"Oh my gods. I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, cupping her hands to her chest.

Her face grew so red he thought she'd pass out from all the blood rushing away from her racing heart.

She went to hop off him, but Nathair threw his arm out to stop her. He didn't touch her, and she immediately drew away from it to be seated upright on him.

You have the wrong idea, female. I don't want you to leave, nor to stop. He just wanted her awake.

She cast him a wary glance from the corner of her eye as she slowly brought her face towards him.

No fear entered her scent. With his maw slightly parted, the little sparks of her arousal continued to burst against his tongue. When she didn't try to escape again, remaining just to stare at him, Nathair waved his body so his tail would grind against her pussy.

Her thighs stiffened around him, a pant fell from her, and she pressed her hands against his stomach for support.

She didn't run; he chose to believe she didn't want to.

He slipped his tongue forward and licked across the seam of his maw to show his interest. He also waved his body again. You smell like you are dripping, Linh. Like you are needy and achy.

Like she desired just as deeply as he did and had been holding back for days.

Her lips parted in shock. "You want me to grind on you?" she choked out, and he nodded. "N-no. I don't..." She didn't finish, like the words caught in her throat.

Fuck. I want to see you come. He didn't care how. If he received his own pleasure in return or not.

Something, anything, to progress with her. He could wait, he could be patient. He didn't care if it took days or bloody years. Just something to show that he was desired, even if he could not touch.

He lifted his palms up, showing them to her, and placed them on the edges of his nest. When she didn't say or do anything, he patted the ledge where they rested.

"Are you saying you w-won't touch?"

He patted again.

"You'll k-keep them there?" Her brows waved in confused distress, yet the scent of her never dulled. Actually, he thought he felt the heat between her thighs twitch against his very sensitive scales. "A-are you sure?"

Her hesitancy waned as she repeatedly darted her gaze between his left hand and his skull. He nodded and patted one last time.

She smelt so damn good, her peach-and-vanilla scent hot and dripping in the back of his throat and nose hole. Her little sounds earlier had been cute, but he wanted her to claw at him with her cries.

The fact she wasn't immediately rejecting the idea had hope blooming in his gut. He could see she wanted to, but was struggling to convince herself.

"I don't know. I think it might be embarrassing to..." She bit her lip as her eyes crinkled and her shoulders lifted self-consciously.

Fucking grind on me! He waved his tail harder, trying to stir her into using his body. She'd been happily doing it in her sleep, and he wanted more.Please.

Just the idea had more hardness swelling behind his seam. He slipped his tail back inside his nest, just so he could wrap the end of it over his groin. He laid it there for now, but if he grew any more swollen, he'd use it to keep himself from extruding.

Nathair held back his desperate growl, and his pathetic want to whine at her to give them this. She was needy, and her desire had never been this strong before.

He wanted her to feel pleasure, even if he couldn't directly give it to her.

Silence, much of it forced and restrained on his part, echoed between them. He waited on her to make her decision. He would be disappointed if she chose to run away, but he wouldn't blame her for it. He just hoped she... didn't.

Use me, little human. Erase the ache you gave yourself.

She bit her lip hard, her head lowering, and his sight flashed with blue. It sharpened back into purple when her hips waved forward, and his muscles lost their tension. She peeked up at him, only for her frantic heart to stutter, and she shyly brought her gaze back down.

Her back-and-forth movements were tentative at first. Short, unsure, and slow. They grew more confident with each attempt until she placed her hands back against his abdomen and leaned forward. She hooked her feet on his tail behind her backside, and gave a hard grind, causing a soft moan to flutter out of her.

Nathair panted in delight and kept his seam shut by squeezing the tip of his tail against it. Pressure and thumping radiated behind it, but he'd grit his fangs through the pain to experience this.

Nathair flicked his tongue forward constantly and watched as Linh started to move in earnest.

Good girl. Grind your needy clit against me.

He'd kill to see her do this naked and feel the bundle of nerves moving against him. For her slick cunt to wet his scales and mark them in her pleasure.

As much as he wanted to move with her, Nathair remained still. He didn't want her snapping out of her lusty need in worry, and he figured she would know how to get herself there faster than him.

Her nipples are hard.He could see them poking against her purple dress, and he wished he could reach out and touch one. He'd never held her generous breasts, but he'd felt them moulding against him countless times. They were soft, as was all of her.

Her head snapped back, causing her chin to jut as she released small cries. Eyes clenched, her face stiffened as sweat began to dot her brow.

The desire to move, to lunge at her so he could grind against her, share in this with her with his own release in mind, gripped at him. To tear her clothing off, part her thighs, and shove himself inside her to rut them both into bliss. To see what she looked like, tasted like, felt like as her wet cunt swallowed him whole. To have her beautiful face screaming in the agony of release for him. To experience sex beyond his fragments.

Instead, he fisted the hide-covered branches harder until he heard them creaking under the stress.

Then she fucking paused, stopped, her hips ceasing, and he almost roared in anger. He managed to stay quiet, but his chest twisted. Her eyes opened.

Quaking, fighting his own need, he lifted a hand to ask, "What?"

Why the hell was she stopping?

"I-I don't think I'm going to come," she admitted, averting her gaze to the side. "Y-you, uh, you feel really nice, but your tail isn't hard enough."

He dipped his sight down. If she removes her pants, she could mould against me. They were restricting her, he guessed. He just really liked the idea of her reaching completion against his scales and hoped that dream might come true in the future.

Nathair unlatched his hands and inched them towards her.

Linh let out a whimper, just as her shoulders turned inwards to duck away from his claws coming towards her from both sides. As much as he didn't want to distress her, he couldn't speak.

At least he absolutely knew he could not touch her intimately.

He grabbed her forearms near her elbows, and directed her hands to where he wanted them. One against her breast, the other on the crook of her thigh. Then he retreated to place his hands back where they belonged on the ledge.

He waited for her to soak in what he'd done, and she looked down at her hands.

Play with yourself. Use your own hands then.

Granted, that wasn't the same as her using his body, but it sure as hell would excite him all the same. Perhaps even more so.

Linh squeezed her breast, and the triumph he felt had him purring. He did it louder when she cupped between her thighs and pressed against her clit.

Nathair bundled his tail behind her when it looked as though she wanted to lean on something, and she pressed her back against his coils over time.

As she fondled her breast, he could tell each squeeze became harder. Her moans were soft at first as she moved her fingers back and forth over her clit. Like before, she took time to relax into it, and much of that was gaining the confidence that he wouldn't disturb her.

Peeking at him while she licked at her lips, her hand lowered from her breast. Since the one on her pussy didn't cease, he knew it wasn't to take it away. It drifted to the side vee of her dress, and his heart quickened when he thought she might...

She pushed underneath it and touched her breast directly. Even though he couldn't see anything but the impression of her fingers, he could tell she plucked and played with her nipple now. She pinched it, then grasped the soft mound.

Her moans grew louder, her scent thickened in the air, and Nathair once more fisted the walls of his nest. He winced at the unbearable pressure behind his seam. He was fully engorged, and his tentacles had already wrapped around the girth of him protectively. They were long, reaching the entire length of his hardness, but they strained under the torture of this.

He swelled every time she let out a sharper cry than normal.

When he knew her hazy gaze was rapt on his face, a soft growl tore from him. He gestured his snout down. He did it multiple times, trying to get her attention, for her to do what he wanted.

Her eyelids flickered in recognition.

The hand between her thighs inched up, and up, and up, until she undid the ties on her pants. She hesitated, just enough to show she was wary, but eventually dipped inside to touch her pussy directly.

Feel how wet you are,he thought with a pant. She had to be drenched with how strong the aroma of her arousal was. So much so his next tongue flicker had it coated in sparks that sent him drooling.

You must be so hot there.He'd kill just to feel her heat.

Now that her hands were underneath her clothing, she squirmed and rested completely on his bundled tail. Her feet came forward, and her bent knees parted and closed as she ground the lengths of her fingers against her pussy.

Her cries were high-pitched, her moans airy and dripping with need.

"Oh gods. Nathair, I think I'm about to..."

My name, he thought with a pitiful groan, his hips darting upwards so he could grind himself inside his seam. She moaned my fucking name...

He whined when his insides clenched, shuddered, and convulsed in rapture. What would it sound like when the only word she could get out was his name as he pumped into her? Nathair crushed the edge of his nest until it cracked and splintered under his strength.

The hand between her thighs sped up, and her little legs kicked and squirmed. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled, and her back arched as she sped towards her climax.

"I'm going to... I'm..."

Come for me, little human. Let me taste it in the air, let me see it.

His tail waved downwards when his spine tingled just where the base of his humanoid torso met the rest of him. He didn't mean to move, but she didn't seem to mind as he ground his seam against his constrictive tail holding him at bay to ease the pressure. He was so damn hard, his entire body pulsed with need.

He'd never seen anything more arousing than Linh touching herself... for him.

His forked tongue shot forward non-stop, wanting to taste the moment she released. His seed sacs tingled and clenched hard. Her thighs spread, her feet arched as her toes clenched. A hot wave of her arousal smacked him in the face just as she released a loud, echoing scream.

The tingle in his back bolted through his entire groin.

Darkness slashed into his sight, robbing him of his view of this female coming, as liquid began to burst behind his seam. Oh gods. Oh fuck. His entire body rippled, causing his tail to subtly writhe behind her as he released inside himself.

His whimper strangled in his chest, like it wanted to squeeze his heart until it burst in two.

The entire time, Linh let out cries, drawing out her own orgasm rather than ceasing once it started.

Nathair collapsed against the inner wall of his nest long before she collapsed against his bundled tail. He opened his sight to find her wildly panting, with her thighs spread, her hand still in her pants, and her head turned to the side.

Dazed and limp, he'd never seen her look so utterly content.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she drew her gaze towards him. "I've never orgasmed like that before. It felt amazing."

As much as he wanted that to excite him, the meaning of it shadowed her admission with despair.

It was soon forgotten as tingles ran down his three limbs. Even his fingertips pulsed.

"Thank you," she whispered, giving him a sated smile. "Do you need me to leave so you can..." Her gaze darted to his covered groin, and her words faltered.

In his thrusting movements, his tail had slipped up. It was still covering him, but he could feel the bottom half of his seam had parted slightly by the air against the back of his tentacles.

Her eyes snapped open wide, but she didn't tear her gaze away.

"Did... did you come?"

Nathair winced at that. He'd been hoping she wouldn't notice the heavy stream of pearly seed leaking from his seam. Her eyes followed it running down the side of his pelvis, and he knew a decently sized puddle of it was forming beneath him.

His orbs shifted to reddish pink in embarrassment, and he covered his skull. I came just from watching her. Was that the equivalent to a human male coming in his pants, like in his fragments? He'd never felt such shame.

"It's okay. It kind of feels nice knowing that me doing that made you feel good."

Nathair groaned behind his hand, wishing she hadn't said anything. He could still feel it trickling from him, and every time he softened a little, it gave room for more to spill.

She giggled at him. Giggled!

Nathair shot forward with a growl bursting from him, startling the shit out of her. She recoiled beneath him when he slammed his hands against the opposite wall of his nest.

You are lucky your giggles are rare.

He didn't mind being teased for it because it meant she accepted his desire. She hadn't run away now that she'd come. She didn't flee to go cry in regret.

She'd been giggling, her cheeks still warmed from her sated desire, and that was better than any other alternative.

But Nathair had been good. He had been patient. He had not touched like he promised, even when he desperately wanted to. He may be understanding, but he wasn't a saint; rather, the furthest thing from it.

He wanted a fucking reward.

She warily turned to him after a few seconds of him not doing anything. A small amount of fear had entered her scent, but he chose to ignore it for once.

What do I want as a reward?

His sight landed on her wet fingers, and the urge to lick them was strong. He wanted her taste directly on his tongue.

That was too much – for her, who may not take it well, and for him, who may instantly harden again.

Nathair slowly lowered himself. Keeping the pressure of his body away by supporting his weight on his straightened arms, his back muscles clenched as they squished together. The closer he came, the more she shrunk away, and she shut her eyes in uncertainty.

Nathair took his reward.

He brought the seam of his maw closer, right where the lower segments of his jaw could split apart, and pressed the hard bone against her soft, full lips.

Her pretty eyes flung open. He stayed pressed against her lips, stealing a long-awaited kiss from her, until she softened in acceptance. Then, and only then, did he pull back.

A kiss.He tasted her lips.

Linh launched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck to stop him from escaping. She pressed her lips against his maw herself. She clutched a horn, holding onto him, and he melted when she began lathering kisses all over him. She pecked at his skull with abandon, moving it around like she wanted to press her soft lips everywhere.

Yes. His heart raced as giddy tenderness chased it. More kisses. His chest rumbled instantly with a purr, and it grew louder with each soft, warm, and lovely pet of her lips. His cheek, his brow, nowhere was left untouched.

He'd just wanted one, but was utterly thrilled to have dozens, hundreds, thousands should she be so willing.

He pushed an arm around her back to draw her closer, and her feet slipped against him. Linh froze and then cringed inwards. Just when he thought he'd gone too far by trying to hug her, her features twisted.

"Oh gods. There's cum on my foot."

That is the problem? Nathair burst into chuckles. He hadn't realised she'd accidentally swiped her foot through the track of his seed.

"Don't laugh!" She shoved at him, and he gave her space so she could climb off him and out of his nest. "There's so much. I need to wash it!"

He'd be offended that she didn't want to be marked in it, but he just found the situation too funny to feel anything negative.

She bolted for the lake, hopping as she did. The moment she stepped her cum-covered foot down, it came out from under her. Nathair utilised all his strength to leap forward and cushion her head before it hit the ground.

"Whyyyy?" she cried falsely. "I slipped on cum! Why does weird shit always happen to me?"

Fucking hell. That's really funny,Nathair thought as he snickered.

He couldn't remember if he'd ever laughed like this, or even felt the lightness in his chest before. Nor did he think his lucidity had ever been this strong, the voices that constantly battered the back of his mind softer than ever. He thrummed in the afterglow of Linh somehow bringing them both to completion this day.

Setting her down next to the lake, he waited for her to roll up her pant leg so he could help clean her.

Okay, little human. Wash your foot, and then we will find you more shells.

He hated them. They were not to his taste, as they were ugly things that didn't shine like his gems, but he would never tell her that. His contentment at watching her add to his precious home outweighed their ugliness.

She was making his home hers.