Chapter 17

Nathair snorted a contented huff through his nose hole while his snout poked through a fold of his coiled tail. His neck was twisted in a way that would have put a strain on most creatures, but it felt utterly natural for him.

With his skull lying flat and facing upwards, while his body was twisting on its side, he tightened his arms around the little human in his clutches. Her face was buried against his chest, and her once-cold fingers were warmed in their cupped position against his abdomen.

The length of him wrapped around her in different ways, trapping her. Not much of an imprisonment when she willingly crawled into his space each night.

Although Nathair wasn't particularly warm, he was a shield from the cool air. Linh heated them both, and his mind grew dozy on the sensation of it sinking beneath his scales.

Why has my lucidity not slipped yet?The voices, ever persistent, still chattered in his mind. After a long while of being motionless, one would usually shove its way to the forefront and yank him semi-unconscious.

It was how it'd always been, and it was his way of sleeping.

He could completely fall asleep, but that never boded well. It was like the complete emptiness of his senses made his gruelling, ruminative fragments more realistic, more comprehensible.

More frightening.

He couldn't truly hear the outside world, couldn't smell it, nor could he see it. He'd even been partially eaten by Demons and never registered it other than the pain – which his fragments had utilised for their own gain to disorientate him.

Dreams and senses would swirl and bind, stopping him from separating life from human memories.

So, he rested but didn't sleep, and the result was the further twisting of his sanity. Coming back to Earth had worsened his mental state, and it had been unbearable for the longest time.

Until the pretty female in his arms rudely kicked her way into his life.

Nathair hummed in contentment as he squeezed her with all of his being, knowing she enjoyed the constriction.

She didn't like being pinned down or lying back with Nathair towering over her. Yet, being closed in on all sides had become some kind of stress relief.

He twitched when delicate fingers caressed over the scales of his sternum. He hadn't expected her to be awake still.

As much as he would have liked to bring his head into the folds of his body to check on her, he didn't. Or, rather, couldn't.

He snorted another huff, taking in the clean, cool air – which wasn't clogging him like her constant arousal scent. It'd sparked in his wrappings, and he hadn't been able to handle the way it fizzled in his lungs.

His sight shifted to bright yellow in both joy and humour. She liked my kiss. She'd been gifting him the salacious aroma on and off all day ever since.

At the time, he'd just wanted to figure out a way to get her to forgive him after scaring her with the spider. He really hadn't thought she'd be so upset, but he'd found it just too funny not to chase her with it when she squealed and ran away from him.

However, the moment he swept his tongue against her skin, the longing to taste her had overcome him.

She opened her mouth for me.She'd let him delve, and even slipped her tongue against his own in welcome.

He was still rather thrilled about that. He thought she may be put off by his forked tongue, or the fact he didn't have lips to kiss with. He also had fangs and venom, which he knew she'd seen him use.

Since then, the sweet, tangy smell of her arousal had clouded around her all day, thickening and softening. Her gaze also appeared shier, and he found her staring at his skull before quickly looking away with pinkness lifting into her cheeks.

Which he thought was rather weird.

He'd seen this female touch herself and come, so he never expected something as mild as a Mavka's kiss to make her act so fidgety.

His intentions over the last few days were to have her grow comfortable with her desire around him. To touch herself, and learn that he had the restraint to not take more than just the view and her smells.

The only reason he hadn't acted on her current state of need was simple. Nathair did not wish for this female to think he only wanted her desire and would steal any opportunity to make the situation sexual. He didn't wish for her to associate his precious nest with intimacy, and it was imperative she know he didn't expect anything in it.

He wanted to prove that she could be in any state, and he wouldn't need anything from her. No matter how strong it was, or how much he desperately wanted his own release and to touch this infuriatingly alluring creature, he would be good.

I don't want to be good. If she knew the dark, perverse thoughts that constantly bounced around within his skull, she'd be clawing to leave his home.

Nathair wanted to cherish Linh. His heart very much swelled for her, but he was a male, and one that did not know pleasure from another. But he'd seen it, he'd experienced it in his fragments, and he knew there were so many ways he could tease and play.

He was oozing with untapped and pent-up lust; it had been rolling around inside him like a thunderstorm for hundreds of years.

Even if he was happy to be patient, he was still a Mavka. He was a species of monster that hated feeling starved, and they were insatiable. His stomach gurgled in emptiness, yet his seed sacs throbbed in fullness.

The only way to sate both was to consume her soul, then spread her thighs around his hips and rut her until he filled her up with every drop of seed he had.

Shewould need to be ready for that.

Their first time would require a lot of restraint on his part, as he doubted he'd be able to unleash all of himself upon her. But the idea of connecting with her makes me feel good. It would mean she asked him to be inside her, and not only trusted him with her delicate body, but her wounded heart and infected soul.

He would be gentle with her and teach her body pleasure. He wanted to show her that sex could be passionate, and he would adore it if she could allow him to discover that with her as well. She was the first female he had in his keeping. He'd never touched nor been touched, but he'd been both the female and the male in the many sex fragments he had.

Nathair would like to learn what it felt like to have a soft hand on his scales, rather than human flesh that did not belong to him. What it felt like to move intimately with his tail, rather than two spindly legs. He'd like to know what it was like when he, a Mavka, lost control in the throes.

He'd like to be himself and discover what it felt like to have a female coming around him, for him, while looking at him, touching him, tasting him. That all the things making him a Mavka were wanted, desired, and perversely yearned for. That everything about him which was monstrous and wrong to her kind only made it feel like he was some kind of sinful, evil devil-god about to broker a bargain by offering the touch of his inhuman flesh and depraved pleasure.

He wanted to be craved in the unholiest of ways, and worshipped along the way.

He'd like it to be this female that taught him. Someone who smelt of peaches and vanilla, and had such a kind and feminine voice it tingled his mind. Who giggled and smiled, despite all the internal pain he knew she must be in. A female who was willing to see him as what he wanted to be: someone strong and protective.

Someone willing to listen to him in his silence.

A human whose personality and heart seemed so benign, he wanted to corrupt it just for his greedy self until she'd turned into an aching creature that clawed for more.

Linh, who was internally wounded in the ways he hungered, had drunk from the wrong pond.

A Mavka can hope,he thought with a joyous hum.

"Nathair?" she croaked, digging her thumbnail around the edge of one of his chest scales. "Are you still awake?"

I am always awake.He knew she meant if he was conscious and not in a trance.

He opened a pocket big enough that he could cup the back of her head and patted her silky hair. He combed through the loose half, purposefully tickling her neck. He liked the way she styled it today, and that she often changed it.

"I'll take that as a yes." Her legs shifted through his coils, and her hands fidgeted against his torso. "I was wondering..."

She paused, and Nathair let out an annoyed sigh. Spit it out, Linh. It likely was a question he couldn't answer, as her lessons on Nathair speak were slow going. She liked to ask complex questions that required explanation, which he couldn't do just yet. She'd gotten the hang of his alphabet, so he was able to finger spell many words, but it was too arduous to have a lengthy conversation that way.

However, she was willing to learn, and that was all that mattered.

"Could... we kiss again, like in the forest?" she whispered, and he instantly stiffened around her.

She wants to kiss again.He almost groaned.

They'd only kissed twice: her kisses as she pressed her lips all over his skull the first time he'd watched her touch herself, and today... his kiss, which had been messy and confusing even to him.

His chest swelled that she'd asked for another. That she'd asked for anything at all. Linh was, understandably, hesitant.

The temptation was too hard to resist, and he slipped his head into the centre of his wrapped self.

Nathair instantly choked on the thick, clogging aroma of her arousal. It was so heavy that the air itself felt charged and hot. His skin tightened around his muscles and bones as he held back his full-body shudder.

She had, apparently, been thinking about kissing him for a while. Had he known that something so simple and innocent from his side could instil such a strong reaction, he may have done it sooner.

With his orbs threatening to shift to purple, he utilised every bit of willpower to keep them their usual orange hue so as to not startle her. He cupped the side of her head and directed her face towards his bony one. She tilted back to make it easier, as he pressed the seam of his maw against her soft and plump lips.

Linh immediately pressed against his mouth harder, and brushed her lips in waves, seeming unbothered that he didn't have his own to mesh against. Nathair wanted to try something new, and he attempted to utilise his partible lower jaw segments to mimic the movement of her lips. Surprisingly it worked, and he was pleased he could almost kiss like a human.

But I want the taste of her.He snuck his chance when her lips parted again, and he swiped across them with his forked tongue. She opened them more for him.

A groan caught in his throat, and he shoved his tongue as deep as he could. Their tongues clashed and were messy due to the fork he had in his own. Despite being split like a serpent's, his was flatter and wider, and she slipped hers between the two halves.

All the while, her lips pressed against his closed maw. Nathair had only separated the segments of his jaw, as opening his mouth could make his fangs dip and his venom leak. He had to be careful, as he didn't know what would happen if she were to ever ingest it.

Of her own accord, she ended it by shutting her lips and pulling back. She panted, her breaths sweet and filled with her scent, and the taste of it lingered within his maw.

"Can I touch you?" she whispered breathlessly, as her gaze moved back and forth between his orbs.

He clasped one of her forearms to push her hand against him, then covered it to show she could do whatever she pleased. He wanted her hands upon him, and had been waiting for her to grow the courage to do so.

Linh leaned forward again, pressing her lips against his skull, and he was slightly taken aback that she wanted more. He gave her his tongue again, and she greedily accepted it. Both her palms lay flat against his abdomen, and she swiped them to the sides, feeling his body and the muscles that leapt under her caress.

Her hands are so soft against me.He hummed in contentment, as his wobbling sight finally defeated him and shifted to bright purple. He clenched his seam to make sure he didn't begin to extrude, and kept his hands where she'd find them safe: her back.

He would not ruin this for his own selfish longing.

Her hands glided upwards. He almost chuckled when she gripped both his pectoral muscles and kneaded them. Although firm, they squished against her fingers. The longer she did it, the more her thighs squeezed around his tail.

Her breasts pressed against his abdomen, and her hard nipples scraped him through her purple garment.

The arm she lay upon remained to fondle his chest in obvious appreciation, which made his body puff with pride and tenderness. The other palm began to caress him everywhere as their tongues danced: his biceps, his forearm, before darting to his back to touch his exposed rib bones. She explored everything that was different to her, including the flexible fins going down his sides.

With each foray, lightness pushed into his skull. Her scent choked him, while the fascinating nuances of her body – the way she released soft ‘mmm' sounds around his tongue, and how her pretty face became docile and relaxed – all had the voices softening. They remained, ever present, but the ease of pressure had Nathair turning into a puddle.

Her hand descended the front of his body, and she tickled the muscled ridge between his seam and hip bone. He let out a quiet, shaken whine when he had to clench his seam so hard it pinched all the way across his pelvis.

Seemingly unaware of the danger she almost put herself in, how his tentacles almost lost their battle at keeping him at bay, she brought her hand up. Then she took it away, twisted it, and he felt the backs of her knuckles against his abdomen instead.

Her hand descended once more, but into the confines of her pants. Her movements were slow, and her lazy gaze bore into his orbs as she slowed their kiss.

"Is this okay?" she whispered against his maw.

He could feel where she was going, what she intended. Nathair tightened his arms around her and leaned forward to lick her lips with a nod, hoping to continue their leisurely kiss.

He knew the moment she grazed her clit because she released a raspy moan around his tongue. Her mouth became unresponsive as she began to play with the bundle of nerves, going in circles before moving side to side.

Nathair pulled back to watch her features twitch with pleasure, overjoyed that he could hold her while she did this.

It wouldn't last much longer, as he could only hold back his tentacles for so long. He'd like for her to come in his arms, so he could feel the way she tensed up, and experience her release on a much deeper level.

Don't extrude. Don't ruin this,Nathair pleaded to himself when her hand worked faster.

Her little cries were like mild waves rolling over him, and he took in their decadence with strain.

She leaned forward to press her face against his collar bone.

"You smell so nice," she whispered around hitches of breath.

She kissed at his scales, and he swore her little tongue darted out to taste him. Then she went higher. She licked across the side of his neck, his fucking gills, before giving them a messy, lewd kiss too.

A choked groan burst from him. Nathair shot his hand down to physically stop his deep, throbbing arousal from shooting forward. He doubted his tentacles would have been able to keep ahold of him if he didn't.

She stopped, likely due to the back of his hand now being nestled against her thighs, and very close to her pussy.

Linh,he whimpered, panting against her.

He wanted to release the pressure throbbing within; it would be more bearable than keeping it hidden. He longed to replace her hand with his own and bring her to release.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, the desirous heat in her gaze softening as she frowned. "I-I didn't know if your gills were sensitive or not."

Thatwas why she stopped?

He was so damn thankful that it wasn't in reaction to his hand placement, and he cupped the back of her neck with the other and pressed her face against them.

Nathair was torturing himself. He didn't know how he had the willpower for such agony, but he was so content in his suffering that he didn't care. Not when she kissed his gills again and her hand started back up between her thighs.

He was swallowing up her moans as they vibrated against the thick flaps of skin, and each moan tingled the bottom of his lungs. It was like she was caressing him all the way to his sternum, and it felt so damn good his maw parted to drip venom.

And yet, the closer she seemed to get, the harder it became to stay sane.

His muscles swelled with restraint against the nagging desire to strike at her with his hands, his tongue, his damn cock. He needed release. Fucking ached for it.

He yearned for her.

I can't!Nathair's mind bellowed as he flung his wrappings open.

Linh gasped at his jarring movements as he writhed and slithered to separate them before he did something he would regret.

Fresh air greeted his senses, giving him back just a semblance of control. He shifted until he was able to reluctantly wrap the end of his tail over his seam to hold himself at bay as he positioned her behind it. He seated her against a wall of his limb and sat back as he wildly huffed.

"Nathair?" she asked, her voice higher pitched and shaky, mingled with arousal and obvious uncertainty.

His orbs flashed a reddish pink in shame and embarrassment, and he released a curt whine in answer. He shuddered, utterly thankful for the separation, as it allowed his mind to sharpen – even if that meant the voices chattering grew louder.

The lit torch gave low light, the oil mostly burned off, but he thought it would be enough for her to see him. Still, just in case, he pricked his palm and touched the side of his nest to give her his light symbol.

"T-too much?" She gave him an unsure smile, her face cringed into an expression of what he thought may be hope.

He nodded, showing her his quaking hands, and they trembled as he placed them on the ledge of his nest like usual. A safe placement, one where he could let out his strength and need by partially destroying his nest.

Her eyes softened. "Do you want me to stop?"

The growl that came from him was unhinged, beastly, and dangerous.

I will not be tortured just for neither of us to achieve release.Harder than normal, Nathair rolled his tail between her thighs to get her to play.

He just needed space to ensure her safety from him.

Hesitant, she began to touch herself like before, and he purposefully let out a purr to show he was pleased.

She bit her bottom lip hard, and her gaze turned meek. Her movements slowed before pausing as she eyed him almost cautiously. She removed her hand, grabbed the bottom of her purple dress, and lifted it off her body.

The pressure behind his seam throbbed in delight. She removed it on her own. He thought it'd be forever before he'd be allowed to soak in the skin of her navel, to just see the tight curves of her narrow waist, her wide hips. She even pushed up her undershirt as well and exposed her round breasts for him while still keeping it on.

All his aggression and irritation from earlier bled out of him at seeing them, and Nathair gave her another encouraging purr.

Pretty,he thought with a deep huff, licking across his snout to show his interest. Kisses and I get to see her breasts? He was getting all kinds of gifts today.

They looked soft, like one would pool in the very centre of his palm should he touch it. Her fawny-brown skin was lighter on her breasts and stomach, while the top half of her chest, her arms, and even face were darker. Her nipples were a pinkish-brown, and he watched as she pinched one.

Her other hand went back to play with her clit, and her eyes never left his skull.

She trusts me. Knows I won't touch.And he was rewarded with a tantalising view. I wish for her to lower her pants as well. He'd like to see her fingers teasing her little clit and pussy, rather than just the imprint of her knuckles through her grey pants.

Once more, she bit at her plump bottom lip.

He was beginning to read this as the first step into her leaping forward. Her gaze always turned shy and uncertain, but he'd already observed she was strong, as she often caved to her own wants.

"You can..." She averted her gaze momentarily, and her heart rate spiked in a way that had him tilting his head in curiosity and worry. She peeked at him, her cheeks reddening. "You can move your tail."

He rolled it in a wave between her thighs, but she shook her head. Her right foot lowered, and she gently pushed against the tip of it where it was keeping his seam closed.

"It's-it's okay. I've already seen it."

His skull tilted as he looked down. She wants me to extrude? He hadn't thought she'd be comfortable with this, considering how intensely she reacted last time.

When he didn't, the trickle of hesitancy strong around his heart, she pushed her toes against it again.

"Please? I want to see it."

Tenderness swelled in his gut, and his pulse quickened. She wants to see me...

He'd like for her to see how much he wanted her, to see what had been buried within him for days while she flittered around him. Nathair wanted to reveal just how much he was holding back, so she would be at ease in his presence, no matter the state of her body.

Lifting the end of his tail, he forced himself to slowly extrude, while also keeping it hidden from view. The relief at releasing the throbbing pressure had his clamped muscles softening. He let out a contented pant at the freedom.

When the tips of his tentacles shielding him were visible to her, he waited to see how she would react. Whether it be encouragement for herself, or for him, she kneaded her breast and played between her thighs.

He let his tail slip to the side and fall off his pelvis to fully reveal his purple tentacles and the way they wrapped around his full girth. Should I open my tentacles? They were long, able to encompass him fully.

"You are really big," she rasped, her voice shaky and quiet, before nibbling at her lips. "I-I don't think any human would be able to take you."

He looked down at it. No, not like this. Not that anyone was supposed to fuck him while his tentacles encompassed him. But he knew beneath them would be more manageable.

He jerked each time she made a little noise of pleasure, and her eyelids flickered in recognition as if she noted it. Her need didn't seem to be waning, but rather... deepening.

Her arm dipped further inside her pants, as if she was reaching lower. His sensitive ears picked up the minute squelch, but he didn't know what that meant – only that her toes curled in reaction as she let out a higher-pitched cry than normal. Nathair just panted at her, desperate to do something but unable to.

She stared at him with a hooded gaze. It sharpened, then she glanced away, only to look upon his arousal sticking upright in excitement.

It didn't seem she knew where she wanted to focus her gaze, and he had a feeling that was due to his own locked on her. He was observing her in what he knew most humans considered an intimate and private moment, which was even more nerve-wracking for someone as wounded as her.

"Do you want to stroke it?" she asked, before her knees turned inwards.

Yes.Absolutely, he wanted to stroke himself.

Still, he pointed to his chest, made a stroking motion in the air, waved at his groin, while tilting his head to convey his question. He wanted to make sure she really wanted this.

She nodded.

This will not go well.

Nathair would usually find it rather humorous when it came to knowing something the other person didn't, and they were about to get a rude awakening.

He didn't find this funny.

He knew how this little female was about to react, and he prepared himself for it – and that he likely wouldn't be stroking himself in her presence this night.

He released his tentacles. They swirled backwards, wiggling in their freedom as he completely and utterly revealed himself to her.

Her gasp was so loud that if it hadn't been sucked inwards, it would have come out as a scream. Her hands ceased, her back grew rigid, and her eyes widened.

"That wasn't your dick?!" she squealed, her eyes riveted to the writhing purple limbs, and more importantly, what they surrounded. "You have two?!"

Yes, little female. I have two cocks.

None of his human fragments had more than one, nor were they purple like he was. Each of his cocks was slightly tapered, and both were puffed in the middle to keep their tips apart as they sat side by side. However, they did mesh together to create one large shaft he could pet if he held the bases in one fist.

Both were long and lacked foreskin like in humans. Instead, his dripping lubricant protected the hard, jutting muscles that were sensitive all over. He thought a human may be able to take one with little resistance, as they were thick but manageable, but two meshed together would require patience.

Each cock had two rows of small nodules, while the tops had a singular line each, as if they'd perfectly split in the middle. A large seed sac was embedded into the very base of each one.

As much as he didn't want to frighten her, Nathair considered it wise to let her know about this difference between him and other males. She gave me permission, he thought, using that to alleviate his guilt. He hoped the earlier she learned of it, the sooner she would accept them.

Despite the current twitchy hardness at having her gaze upon his two cocks, his pulse began to slow. Her shock was enough to soothe his desire into a more manageable state, and he waited for the inevitable.

She will run.

She would seek to go to the one space in his home he wouldn't enter: her bathing room.

Her tiny heart fluttered wildly as she gawked for longer than anyone could say was comfortable.

Air began to cling to them as his excessive lubricant started to dry. He let out a quiet, non-aggressive hiss, and made his tentacles swirl to protect him from the sting.

"Wait!" she cried, reaching her hand out before second-guessing the action. "Wait. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

Dark yellow infiltrated his sight as confusion settled in. He still closed his tentacles to save himself from the sting, and was thankful they reached all the way to both tips. She does not want me to put them away or leave?

"I just... I know you're mainly a serpent in nature, but I didn't think you'd actually have two penises like a snake." She lifted a hand and made two fingers open and shut. "Talk about double the trouble," she stated with a forced laugh.

"I don't understand," Nathair signed.

Her cheeks re-pinkened. "I don't want to stop. I was just surprised."

His cocks jerked, making a small amount of fresh lubricant seep to the surface.

"Un-unless you want to," she added, showing she didn't want to force anything from him.

He almost chuckled when fondness radiated behind his sternum, as well as relief that he'd been wrong. He'd much rather this turn of events, despite the awkwardness of it. Nathair enjoyed watching her, and was thrilled she'd taken so many steps herself this evening.

He waved his hand towards her while he nodded, then placed it back on the ledge of his nest. Her relieved smile and soft, appreciative eyes had his stomach clenching in want. Pretty female.

He waited for her to continue, and released a contented purr for her benefit when she did. Her scent still sparked with strong arousal even after he revealed himself, and he flicked his tongue forward to taste it in the air.

He'd never been this at ease while doing this with her before. She was touching herself for him, while he lacked the agonising pressure behind his seam. Her gaze landed on his tentacle-covered shafts that spanned up his muscled abdomen, and rarely left them except to look up at his skull. His desire was on show for her, accepted, and that was enough to resend his pulse into a deep pound of lust.

Her straight lashes tipped as she licked and nibbled at her lips, causing them to swell under her nervous teeth fidgets.

Only when her breaths turned laboured once more – soft and cute, with little pitches – did he raise his right arm. Lubricant had resoaked him, and he should be able to stand the air again.

He formed a ring with his fingers and then made a stroking motion in the air. Her toes curled, and she nodded. Nathair lowered his hand and allowed his tentacles to unlatch. They swirled back, and a small shudder rolled through him when he palmed the tops of his cocks before gripping them both at the base in a singular fistful.

Oh fuck, yes. Nathair groaned as he made his first stroke up and the ring of his fingers ran over the heads. The rims weren't pronounced, especially in the middle – like his cocks had once been singular and split apart – but they felt wonderful to stroke over.

Pleasure sparked throughout his groin and made his flesh ripple underneath and behind her. He sagged a little as he stroked himself, lubricant seeping over his fingers.

She squeezed her soft mounds in earnest, often curling her index finger around her nipple before flicking downwards over it. I would like to put my tongue on her breasts. He wondered how his forked tongue would work with her nipples, and if she'd like the way he could move it.

Her arm sunk deeper into her pants like before, and he wondered if that meant she'd sheathed her fingers inside herself. It was a new action. He hoped it was in want of what he was stroking, and Nathair quickened his pace as he rubbed up and down.

His black claws glinted in the light, and his dark-grey fingers were a stark contrast against the colour of his cocks. He observed her eyes dipping up and down with his movements. She seemed to like it when he slipped his index finger between them, splitting them momentarily, and he enjoyed the way it felt. Her lips often parted to moan or pant, but her teeth bit down on the bottom one when his abdomen and pectoral muscles bunched and leapt beneath his scales.

Each cute noise from her had his embedded seed sacs clenching until the bubble of precum overflowed to drip down the slightly tapered heads. He answered her with his own slow and airy groans.

Fuck this feels good.Being watched while he fucked his fist around his shafts, being involved in her pleasure, felt amazing.

"I really like the colour of you," she stated softly. "I like that your cocks are purple."

The purred groan that shuddered out of him had him quaking inwards like he was melting. She likes them. Fuck, she could have them. He wanted her to claim them. To touch them, taste them, mount one at a time, or both if she would allow it – he didn't care how.

He stroked his hand down to hold the bases so she could see how long his cocks were without his tentacles impeding her view. To see them for all their twitching glory, and how wet they were with his lubricant from how turned-on he was. He stroked the left one lightly before doing the same to the right, letting her see their sizes on their own, then gripped them both in his fist again.

Her cries became more consistent, her self-touches more erratic and hurried. Her hips waved, as if she wanted to grind on her fingers, just as her head tilted back.

That's it, Linh. Make yourself come.

Her eyes rolled, and her back arched, right as the heady scent of her arousal clasped at his throat. She let out a cry as her knees drew up to her chest and parted, and the hand between her thighs quickened.

She came, and Nathair worked his cocks harder, faster, gripping them with strength until they meshed tightly. His maw parted for ease of panting, and the venom on his stilled tongue was sweeter with the taste of her orgasm he'd stolen from the air.

Her sated look only lasted until she saw him still masturbating over what he'd just seen, heard, and smelt. Her limpness faded as her fingers upon or inside her pussy began to work again.

I am close,he thought with a groan.

And he was glad he wouldn't be releasing without the view of her.

In his lust-addled thoughts, it took him longer than it should have to realise something. Something that instantly had continuous bubbles of precum welling at the tips of his cocks.

Is she... He slowed his strokes to make sure, and threw his head back when a thrilled whine nearly felled him. She is mimicking me!

She was matching his speed, as if she was picturing them inside her, and Nathair's free hand clawed at the ledge of his nest. He played with her tempo himself, his strokes becoming rapid, only to slow. They were unpredictable, and she tried to match each one.

His tail uncoiled behind her when his embedded sacs clenched. He couldn't help it, not when a tingle raced outwards from his groin to shoot down the vertebrae of his long spine.

His groans evolved into constant quiet whines as his cocks swelled. Intense pleasure ran up them, and his hips jerked and twitched, right as he came simultaneously from both. Pearly white seed burst from him in thick and powerful ropes up his chest.

Nnhn, fuck.He couldn't hold back his hips from pumping any longer, fucking his fist as he worked through the rest of his orgasm. Then, as the release began to soften, a few voluminous drops dripped onto his shafts, tentacles, and fingers when it stopped violently shooting from him.

All the while, Linh didn't stop, her soft moans ensuring he'd come hard as bliss made him writhe behind her. Even when he stopped stroking, his breaths shallow, hard, and choked, she didn't cease.

After her first orgasm, he thought she'd lose her enthusiasm. She usually only came once, but she seemed to be in a worse state than before. Linh trembled from head to toe, her eyes glassy and wet, but there was no evidence of spilled tears. Her breaths were so high-pitched and strangled she sounded as though she was in pain.

Worry lanced his satisfied stupor when this little female sounded... distressed.

"N-Nathair," she called so sweetly, dripping with need, that it sounded like pure heaven. He was a monster, a Mavka, a corrupt and bloodthirsty creature; his name shouldn't be called so sensually and around sultry breaths.

The utter fucking delight of it slashing through him was wicked, and he was depraved enough to want more. It made him want to do obscene things to this tiny, vulnerable female.

Her hand drew back like she removed her fingers from her channel, and her voice was low as she said, "I-I really want you to touch me right now."

I can touch?he thought with a deep, rumbling groan.

Unsure if such a marking would make her uncomfortable, Nathair wiped his seed-covered hand clean on the furs of his nest wall. She was asking for his touch, and he didn't want her to retract her request before he got the chance.

He would take this leap with her. He'd come. He was feeling calmer and more in control, and would be able to focus solely on her needs rather than the ache of his own consuming him.

However, he knew she didn't like being towered over. Even though that would make it easier, he instead curled his semi-flexible torso so he could bring his head below her chin. He also ensured that not a single part of his torso, especially his cocks and tentacles, brushed against her.

She didn't stiffen, and worry never entered her heavy-lidded gaze, even when he placed his left hand down beside her to keep the weight of his torso up.

With the pocket of space separating them, Nathair tilted his skull as he drew his gaze all over her.

Her scent is so much better up close.

He noted the way her jugular fluttered fast at his proximity, and her heart stammered along with it in his ears. He took in the heat cascading off her skin, hotter than normal and warming him despite their separation. How her flat stomach grew concave on each quick and sharp breath as her generous breasts jiggled.

Nathair leaned forward and pressed the seam of his maw against her lovely lips, and placed his right palm on the side of her neck and jaw. He smeared remnants of his seed on her, but she didn't seem to notice. Her breaths came out shaken, as if with relief, and she cupped the corners of his jaw to hold him to her.

Brushing his thumb up and down the centre of her chin, he kept his touch light. She moulded kisses to him, completely unbothered that his mimicked lips were bony.

The tenderness he felt towards her only grew in that moment. She ignored the barrier of their differences because her heart was telling her to dole out affection, and it made him feel accepted.

Drifting his hand down the side of her neck, she shivered when his claws and fingertips brushed over her. Her skin is so soft, so smooth. It was hot to the touch for a low-temperature creature such as himself, and it felt divine.

He could have petted something as pure as her arm for hours and been enthralled with the task.

His hand slid to the side, letting her feel the span of his palm against her shoulder while he brushed his thumb over the ridge of her collarbone. He was fascinated by every part of her, and hoped she understood that by his light caress.

Nathair palmed down the flat portion of her chest and over her bundled-up undershirt. She arched into his touch, as if she wanted him to reach lower, faster. He brushed the outside of her breast before cupping it, and his purr of satisfaction tumbled in his chest. He clasped it softly, kneading it lightly, so he didn't hurt her with his strength. When he thumbed her nipple, she let out a little moan against his bony maw.

She pulled back just a little. "You're not going to kiss me like before?"

Nathair shook his head, despite the longing to. The dances of their tongues had caused her to be like this, and he wondered how doing so now would deepen her arousal.

The uncertain furrow of her brows softened. "Because of your venom?"

He liked that she asked this, rather than taking it as a rejection. It only proved she longed to see good in him.

He nodded. I accidentally drained my venom sac when I came. Not completely, but enough that he could taste the remnants upon his tongue.

Nathair did dip his head to the side so he could lash his tongue against the side of her neck. He could kiss elsewhere, if she liked, and he very much wanted to.

Her breath hitched, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his skull, grabbing each of his hooked, backwards-curling ram horns. The way she clung to him had a thrill racing down his spine.

He licked across her neck, jaw, and over her ear, giving back each of the many kisses she had just gifted him. The taste of her skin upon his sensitive tastebuds, the feel of her softness brushing against each one, left his mouth tingling. He also cupped the underside of her breast, weighing it in his large palm before drawing away.

As much as he wanted to linger here, there was somewhere that called him.

He drifted his hand down, and her stomach dipped under his claws. He momentarily slipped back up to touch the curve of her waist, letting her know he appreciated there as well, before continuing his teasing path. Her sultry moan, like his descending touch sent sparks through her, was hauntingly beautiful. The moment he brushed down the side of her navel, she lifted her hips up towards him.

Then her heart stammered and her hand shot down to grab his fingers.

"W-wait. Can you use your other hand?" Her lustrous features twisted into a cringe. "You... you came all over this one. What if you get me pregnant?"

Her question elicited fiercely provocative thoughts. Ones that had cum seeping from the tips of his still-hardened cocks until they freely overspilled against the base of his tail.

This little female, so full and flooded with his seed that her stomach rounded with his youngling... A possessive dark green flickered in his sight, and he shuddered with deep want.

He shook his head as he dipped his fingertips into the waistline of her pants.

"No?" she asked, and he shook his head again. "You can't get me pregnant?"

Absolutely, I can,Nathair thought while shaking his head a final time to reassure her as he caressed the straight hair of her pubic mound. However, I would need to consume your soul, and make you like me.

Even though he'd hated it at the time, he was now rather thankful that Weldir had been a constant source of information about the living world. Nathair was aware of this possibility, since other Mavka had bred their own younglings. It was not something he thought he'd long for until he found this female he wanted to lay his claim on.

So, until she gave him her pretty soul, he could come inside her cunt until his heart's content, and there would be no reason for her to fear.

Now that the issue was settled, one that should benefit him in the future should she swallow his body within her core, he lowered his hand. He sheathed his claws at the last moment.

Mmm, so wet for me,he thought with a rumble, as he greeted the drenched slit of her pussy. She parted her thighs further in welcome, and her pussy lips spread, allowing him easier access to graze her clit. He resumed petting her with his tongue, while he gently nestled the bud between his thick fingers to touch it everywhere.

"Nathair," she breathlessly whispered, tilting her head back.

He took that as his opportunity to lower his head and lash one of her nipples with his tongue. He rubbed back and forth around her clit at the same time, and she melted for him.

She hugged his head and used it as an anchor to wave her hips back and forth.

He picked up the pace ever so slightly, while pushing the fork of his tongue directly over her nipple so it split around it, only to dip forward so he could nestle it between the junction. Then he pinched it.

His large hand felt unwieldy petting her clit. His fingers were too thick and long for such a delicate place, and he worried that her bucking hips meant he wasn't doing well on his own. This was his first time touching any female, and he wasn't sure if he was applying enough pressure or too much.

He pinched his fingers around it a little harder, and she choked out a breath and moved faster.

The flooded pool of her arousal beckoned him lower.

I want to touch inside. I want to know what she feels like.He yearned for her to swallow up any part of him within her.

He slipped down between the lips of her folds. The moment the leaking pool of her entrance dabbed against his finger pad, he pushed inside to the second knuckle. She tightened around him, rasping, "Wait," which was the only reason he paused.

Was that too fast?He may have let his curious excitement get the better of him.

Her features twisted up, and his lust-addled mind was a little lost as to why. She was soft. Despite the thickness of his finger, she'd easily swallowed it. Her deep arousal made it slippery, and she had stretched herself from playing earlier.

He pushed in slower, and she didn't soften. So, he wiggled his finger, doing that digging thing he remembered from his fragments.

"Ohhh!" she cried, her hot cunt quivering as it instantly let go.

Like this?He thought, pushing the pad of his finger harder against a textured spot inside her. Perhaps a little too hard for a human, as her back instantly arched, her hips lifted, and her eyes snapped open wide.

More wetness greeted him, and he realised he'd found the special, pleasurable spot for females.

Pride swelled in his chest, as did a rather dark and mischievous emotion. Now that she was soft, although very much snug, Nathair let the naughtier side of himself come to the front.

She had accepted him, seemed to be enjoying the way he was penetrating her, and now he wanted to see this female fucking lose it for him.

He shoved his finger in all the way, hooked it, and viciously attacked the same spot.

Her cry was unhidden, instantaneous, and exactly what he wanted. She didn't even have the strength to move her hips, yet she hugged his head even tighter until he couldn't lick her chest.

He happily nuzzled between both her breasts with his entire skull. Mmm. Soft.I like being here. They moulded around his hard head like two warm pillows of feminine curves.

"Oh gods. Oh god," she moaned, her legs shaking and jerking as he wiggled his finger.

He'd never heard her moan so loudly before. Her legs had never kicked, nor had her body twisted and contorted. Liquid heat dripped from her pussy as it quivered, clenching and spasming like it wanted to crush his finger as she came. Nathair panted against the cuddle of her breasts, his cocks lewdly swelling repeatedly in blissful contentment.

Fuck me. She would feel amazing around my cocks.Hot, wet, snug, while her naughty scent messed with his senses.

He may not even need to thrust. He thought just the way she came would rip his own release from him.

When she eased, coming down from her blissful high, Nathair wanted her to do it again. Repeatedly. He wanted her to orgasm until she had given him every drop and could take no more.

He unhooked his finger, so it wasn't so intense, but kept the targeted pressure as he used it to give a tentative thrust. When she rewarded him with a lost moan, quiet and weak, he moved it in and out slowly.

Her head lolled to the side as she bounced with it. All that did was make her arch her back repeatedly, but he took it to mean that it felt wonderful for her. She was tangling her semi-loose hair, causing loops to form behind her head.

Parted lips spilled deliciously erotic cries as he brought her close to the cresting waves of her orgasm again. All the while, she hugged his head against her, refusing to let go, as if she needed it to stay centred.

I am sorry, little female, but I cannot take it.

Nathair was losing it. He couldn't take the onslaught of this as much as he'd believed he could.

Trying to balance his weight on nothing but his neck and the loop where his humanoid torso met his serpent limb, he lifted his left hand away from next to her. He darted it down to his cocks, wrestled them with his fingers to bring them both into his fist, and stroked them.

He didn't know what noise was coming from him. If it was a purr, a needy growl, or a desperate, quaking groan, but it bubbled in his chest.

Nathair masturbated to what he was doing to her, how she seemed to adore it, as he matched it to the tempo of his finger thrusting with her snug pussy.

Come again, Linh.

His cocks were jerking in such enthusiasm that he was moments from losing his seed. He'd like to do this with her.

He nuzzled her with the hard bone of his skull, twisting it side to side in hopes that would help her. He thrust faster, trying to be careful with her delicate body but demanding that she give him what they both wanted.

She let go of a horn to slap her hand against his shoulder, and dug her nails into his flesh. His muscles bounced and leapt under his self-stroking movements, and her pussy clenched around him.

"Oh gods. You're... you're..." she couldn't get it out, but he didn't need her to.

She knew what he was doing, and it only seemed to arouse her more.

Just before he thought he'd come alone, her body tensed as she let out a wild scream. When her cunt clutched his finger and flooded with liquid, Nathair ceased breathing as he released against his own tail and the base of his nest.

His sight blackened, and he swore life was expelling from him through his cocks, bleeding out of him as unfathomable pleasure jolted his entire body. His finger inside her slowed, and he had to stop his claw from unsheathing, as his control was almost lost in the wake of his muscles bunching into stone.

I want inside her. I want to feel her do this around me.He stroked himself faster, trying to drain his cocks, as rapture made him whine.

When they were both done, Nathair removed his hand from his cocks to hold himself up. He panted through his nose hole, his maw clamped shut by her weak hold and his refusal to pull away.

Limp against him, he allowed Linh's lovely face to enthral him. That was very much worth every bit of suffering.

He had not come since he released within his seam, as he didn't want to be found fucking his own fist. He could only imagine her horrified reaction; he doubted he would have been anything but rough with himself.

His reward was sweet. It was made even better by this cuddle that had this sated and well-pleasured female in it. He would have adored staying here, in her arms, as her drenched cunt fluttered around his finger.

That was until her face twitched and pulled back into a cringe, and her core delicately fluttering around his finger tightened. Her body locked up.

"C-could you remove your hand... please," she whispered, her voice croaked and cracked from crying out.

Nathair did as requested, slipping away from the depths of her pants. Her legs immediately snapped shut, and her knees turned to the side as she trembled. She didn't let go of his head, and the arm that had drifted away returned to squeeze it. Then her eyes clenched shut and her lips turned inwards as if with pain.

For a long while, she squeezed him as they both remained unmoving. When too long passed, Nathair's sight grew white with worry.

"S-sorry. My stomach hurts all of a sudden." Despite her cringe, she gave him a smile that looked horrible, as it was utterly false and only worn for his reassurance. "I really want to hold you, but you're covered in come."

I see.He'd be disappointed that she seemed to have an aversion to his seed marking her, but the rejection that stung was entirely unnecessary.

She did not understand Mavka, or his sudden and weird desire he had growing to smother her in it. To claim her body as his, and ward it from other males, especially those of his own kind – it didn't matter that they were in a cave where they absolutely wouldn't be disturbed.

She was a human; that was all he needed to remember.

Patting at the bottom of his nest, Nathair retrieved some cloth he'd obtained to soften the hardness of his treasures for her. He held it in his fist and nudged it against her arm until she peeked open her eyes to see it. Then he wiped down his body as best as he could, gauging where he felt wet, before tossing it.

Only then did he scoop his arms around her and lift her so she wouldn't brush against his softening cocks, both drained for the time being. His tentacles had already begun to swirl around them.

Nathair then fell back with her in his arms, one resting under her thighs to lock her legs to his abdomen, while the other curled around her back. She let him take her, and she eventually hugged his neck instead.

He didn't know how she went from being an achy, needy creature to one that felt unwell. He took it in stride when he realised that, even though it was likely due to the intensity of their intimacy, she had chosen to remain with him.

She felt unwell, but not unsafe in his presence. She had even reached for him, clung to him. She wanted his comfort.

At that realisation, his sight shifted to bright yellow in joy.