Chapter 22

Linh had this big scheming plan for when they got back to Nathair's cave.

Bathe so she felt clean, dry up with the fire, eat some of the fruit, and then ask Nathair if they could cuddle again. It'd been days since she'd been coiled up in his tail, and she'd missed it – her sleeps had been restless.

She'd had no intention of getting rest straight away.

Linh pouted as she blinked within the darkness, her head pressed between his pectoral muscles, and her arms squished between them. Dammit. I fell asleep as soon as he held me. Gone – unconscious within seconds.

She'd just been so comfortable, the familiarity and closeness of the hold whisking her under.

I wanted to try touching him.He obviously wanted it, and she was tired of letting her mind hold her back from taking that leap. For once, she wanted to let her heart take the lead – or pussy, rather. But now he's in one of his trances.

Twitching, he was tense around her. His claws dug through her dress as he clutched at her back.

Tilting her head to follow the white light of his glow, she nibbled her bottom lip in thought. I wonder if I can... She began to hum, worried if she snapped him out of his trance too fast, it could mean trouble.

He didn't soften, so she incrementally increased the volume. When his rippling clenches eased, she smiled. A small, short whine broke from him, and he brought her closer. Linh gasped when he squished her face against him, incidentally rendering her quiet as her hums were muffled against his pectoral muscle.

Lying on their sides, Nathair panted around her. Then he patted the back of her head before drawing the tips of his claws up and down the side of her throat.

She pulled her face free.

"Did that help?" He tapped at the side of her neck before just tickling it again. Her eyes crinkled with humour. "I'll take that as a yes."

He snorted out a huff but didn't move an inch. He was usually a little lethargic after his mind was lost.

Linh took that as her opening. She pushed upwards now that he was awake so she could be higher, knowing he would move and wiggle to let her. He dipped his skull to her, halting her when she'd made it less than a foot.

Linh hesitantly chewed the inside of her bottom lip before sucking in a courageous breath.

"Can I touch you?" she whispered, placing her hands against his broad shoulders.

Nathair grabbed one of her hands and made it cup the back of his own. He chuckled as she felt him sign, "Always."

"You can't say always, Nathair," she stated with a weak laugh. "That would mean whenever–"

Before she could finish, the arm behind her darted up so he could cover her mouth from behind. In the dark, she once more felt him sign, "Always."

Her features softened at that, and she reached up to cup the corners of his jaw. She brought his head lower so she could press her lips against the smooth length of his jawbone.

"I want you to know that I don't desire you because you're not a human man, but because I find you... beautiful." She kissed where she thought the side of his nose hole was. "I like your skull, Nathair. I'm used to seeing bones in my line of work, and snakes often have deep symbolism that holds a lot of meaning."

Now that she'd uttered that, she realised that may be why she'd found him so comforting from the beginning. Serpents, in many lores, represented rebirth, transformation, immortality, and healing. They shed their skin, in the same way Linh wished she could shed the past and transform, bigger, better, and brighter than before.

Nathair nuzzled into her kisses as she softly lathered him in them.

She brushed her hands down the sides of his neck, her lips following on one side, until her fingertips grazed the hard pebbles of his flesh. His muscled chest dipped beneath the press of her finger pads, showing he was soft underneath despite how dense his skin was.

"I like your scales," she continued, whispering her lips over his throat. His entire body lightly writhed when she kissed his gills. "I like these. I like how sensitive they are."

He clutched the back of her head, and she was unsure if it was to press her harder or to draw her away. A high-pitched moan came from him when she licked across them, and Linh beamed.

She cupped both of his pectoral muscles, and her thumbs managed to flick across his small nipples at the same time.

"You feel so soft, and yet so strong. You feel masculine. I like watching your body flex, and when your scales reflect any light."

Linh wiggled herself lower so she could plant kisses on his chest, following a rib bone from the outside to the centre. She even licked up his half-sunken sternum.

His abdomen muscles twisted and contorted when she grazed her fingers lower before pushing the hand she wasn't lying on to the side.

"I even like your fins," she complimented, caressing the frill of them starting just above his hips. "They're soft and malleable. And I like the way you smell; it's so gentle."

Nathair's orbs had long ago turned purple, but they flickered with black when she began a path inward. Against her pelvis, she thought she could feel intense twitching from him. He quickly grabbed her hand and began to unfurl his tail. Tension clamped her muscles, and she gripped his sides.

"N-no. I don't want to change how we're lying," she whispered against his chest. "I want to stay like this."

A slip of light broke through a small gap between his tail coils, and it made the scales on his shoulder glitter. With her hands high on his abdomen, she kissed at his chest as she lowered her palms down his rippling muscles. She dipped one between her stomach and his torso, and Nathair clamped up.

His arms shot down, and she squeaked when he grabbed the bottoms of her arse cheeks to shove her hips against his own. The press was hard, and she knew exactly what he was doing with it. If he thought Linh was intending to touch herself, then he was wrong.

Linh unravelled that thought for him when her fingers grazed his seam. When she noticed he shot his skull down to her fully, she lifted her gaze to him. She caressed it repeatedly as she ducked her hips back, biting her lip at his purple orbs.

He grunted just as his cocks came forward, and by the spiral surrounding them, she knew they were encased by his tentacles.

"I like here too," she whispered, thankful she didn't feel any worry or aversion. "I like that you're purple, that you have two dicks, that you have these tentacles."

Nathair let out a growling purr, and it only deepened when those four limbs released so his cocks could extend to their full lengths. She petted the dual heads, but struggled to do so at the same time with the way their centres pushed them apart.

I want to feel him against me. She doubted her dress felt nice brushing over them.

She would have questioned why she was suddenly okay with all this, but Linh thought it might be because of what he told her. She'd been really lost before, wondering what he wanted with her, what his reasons for everything were. Now that she knew... yes, they were scary – the depth of what he wanted was too intense and more everlasting than she could wrap her head around.

But it revealed he wanted more.

That he didn't want to just use her because she was available and had just been playing the long game to get into her pants. She'd needed someone to not only desire her body, but her. There was more to Linh than her exterior, and she doubted he would make the decision to bond with someone solely based on whatever beauty he saw in them.

She didn't see Nathair being vain like that.

It meant he cared enough to not damage her heart. Could she give it to him? Linh wasn't sure. Her heart currently felt small and caged, and she didn't know how he was supposed to fit into her life.

She wanted to go back to her people. She wanted to be with them, live among them, and do the work she'd been training to do. How could Nathair fit into that when he was so different?

She didn't know if her parents would accept him, let alone the rest of the village.

But she'd lingered on these thoughts uselessly for days, and right now she just wanted to focus on him, on this. On how his cuddle always made her feel cherished, and finally be brave.

"Nathair," she whispered, petting down one cock as best as she could. He shivered for her. "Can you help me remove my dress?"

Within a heartbeat, he made an opening in his tail and fisted the garment to yank it over her head. He grabbed her shoulder and the hip she was lying on, and pressed her a little lower. Her undershirt rode up, exposing her breasts to his flesh.

It also gave her room to pet both his cocks with both hands, and she greeted the strange slime coating them willingly. His tentacles wriggled against her exposed belly, and they felt so odd and tickly that she arched into them for more. Since she was lying on one arm, it was hard to stroke both cocks properly, but she gripped the one to her right with enthusiasm.

She was thankful he wasn't questioning her and just letting her be in control.

"Does that feel okay?" she asked, tilting her head up at him.

He bucked hard into her hands. Then he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to swipe his tongue across her lips. She went to open them for him, but he quickly moved to the side of her neck.

A deep, unhidden groan purposefully rumbled right next to her ear in answer, and her pussy clenched in response to it.

Her nipples were hard, and she was finally feeling them scrape against his scales, his muscles, while savouring his mild warmth. His cocks felt so hard in her palms, their texture smooth and velvety but bumpy with their nodules, and her pussy pulsed for them. They were squishy until she gave even just a little pressure, then they felt as hard as steel.

Both were blunt in their tapered points, like they'd split in the middle as if they'd once been a singular dick. They felt like one large cock when she pushed them together. Each time she stroked him, gathering the lubricant making him slick, she could feel her pulse quickening. It was faster than his currently pounding below her lips.

His fingers dug into her before the hand on her hip lowered slightly. Those fingertips dipped into the back of her pants, but didn't go far.

Linh released a cock to loosen the tie of her pants before returning to it. "Touch, Nathair. It's fine."

Surprisingly, more than fine, actually.

As if permission was all he needed, Nathair's hands darted into action. The one gripping her shoulder pushed forward to grasp a breast with a tight knead, pinching her nipple in the process when the sensitive bud slipped between the lengths of his fingers. The other shot down into her loosened pants, and cupped between her parted thighs with ease, his arms longer than her own.

A soft moan caught in her throat at the sudden direct caresses, and it only grew louder when his fingers played. Suddenly her skin was ablaze, and the arousal heat simmering in her veins grew hotter. She panted and ground on his fingers when he moved them in circles against her aching clit.

She stroked him faster while kissing at his chest messily. Wetness squelched between her thighs as the pool at the entrance to her pussy overflowed, and it echoed the squelch radiating from her hands as she petted him.

Her eyes snapped open wide when he drew back a finger, sheathed his claw, and penetrated her deep. Her back arched as her core clamped around him in surprise and pleasure. Her moan was loud, and it continued when Nathair thrust it over and over, dipping in and out of the pool.

Her ears tingled when she thought she heard something, maybe a deep whisper, but she was too busy trying to stroke him while he pushed hard against her G-spot to hear properly. Her hands went lazy when she thought she was already close, and Nathair pumping into them only sent her further into a lather.

His cocks pushed against her abdomen, the tips splitting as they slipped back and forth.

Linh didn't mean to bite him when she clamped up, but her mouth latched onto his flesh when her inner walls clenched his big finger as she came, which only seemed to make it press into her harder. Her eyelids flickered, her breaths muffled against him. Her cry was constant.

"That's it, female,"Nathair said softly, as if his voice was distant, whispered. "Come for me."

He spoke?she thought, trying to piece it together while she was squirming in bliss.

How? Why? She hadn't sung, so it didn't make sense. It was also so quiet she barely heard it over her own moans.

Just as she was settling, she unlatched her teeth so she could lift her face and tell him. Instead, she choked on a strangle when he rumbled, "Let's see if your hungry, wet little cunt can take more."

A second finger penetrated her. Linh scrambled to raise her hips away from the snug stretch, and her hands squeezed his cocks as nervous tightness clamped her muscles. Only for her to melt lewdly seconds later when he wiggled them against the swollen ridge inside her; the one that had her seeing white flashes in the darkness.

Her leg shifted to part her thighs more, and she wasn't sure if that was due to her own movements or because Nathair moved his tail to lift it. She straddled him and bucked against him as she moaned.

He only paused to pump his cocks into her loose hold. "Fuck. Don't stop stroking me."

Linh restrengthened her hold and moved her fists up and down. She gave up with her left, having to dig her nails into his stomach when he moved his fingers rapidly. She just kept stroking with her right arm, trying her hardest not to stop.

Taking gulps of his gentle, feminine scent, Linh squirmed against him as they worked in tandem together. Her eyes closed as she released cry after cry, but something became apparent. The louder she got, the louder he got, as if... her constant noises were acting like her singing.

His groans always overshadowed his words, but she caught his stray thoughts. The idea of telling him that she could hear fell away at how honest they were, how heated, and showed that despite his outward calm and control, Nathair was excited.

When he signed, he was direct, but he withheld his thoughts and wants – much like anyone. This? This gave Linh free rein to hear his deepest desires, and each husky word petted her mind.

"Fuck. She smells so damn good. I want the taste of her in my mouth. I wonder if she'll suck me with my tongue deep in her sweet cunt."

The perverted image of her lying on his stomach with her thighs around his serpent skull blasted in her mind. What would his forked tongue feel like against her clit? She clamped his fingers as a moan broke.

Nathair shuddered all around her and let out a deep pant. Although most of his focus was on thrusting his fingers, he squeezed her breast tighter.

"Look at how wet she is for me."He pulled his fingers out just to spread her entrance and rub against her clit, only to shove them knuckle deep again. "I want to fuck her so bad. She'd be so fucking hot around my cocks, drenching them as she comes. I want to pump into her hard, until she's a senseless mess around me, singing her sweet cries until I make her scream my name."He bucked into her hand and released a light growl before quietening. "Shit. Why does she keep stopping?"

Linh blushed at that and renewed her grip once more. She dipped lower, made her strokes longer in hopes of making him feel good. With her arm trapped beneath her, all she could do was palm the head of the cock lowest to the ground.

"Good girl,"his mind said with a purr, slipping his tongue just below her ear. "Do you like touching my dual cocks? Do they feel nice in your hands? You're making my lubricant seep everywhere. Are you getting a good feel of what I'll be pumping between your thighs?"

Both his cocks grew warmer as they swelled in her palms. Sticky liquid clung to her abdomen. Nathair threw his head back as he huffed loudly, his chest rising and falling swifter than ever before. His fingers worked faster inside her, gouging against her most sensitive spot on each pump with surprising precision.

"I cannot wait until she's ready to have me inside her. I hope she clings to me, claws at me. She smells so good, sounds so good, and she's so fucking pretty she makes my damn chest hurt."

"Nathair," Linh moaned, as a shiver ripped down her spine. Her hands stroked harder, but that was more because she was using them as anchors to ride his fingers as she came. "Oh gods. Nathair, please."

"That's right. Call my name. Soon enough, I'll have you fucking screaming it, Linh. All you have to do is sit this tight pussy around both my cocks, or one in your ass if we cannot get them to fit. Whatever has me deep inside you as I fill you with seed, covered and filled with my scent, my marking. I hope you spread your thighs in welcome for it."

Linh bit down on his chest as her orgasm continued on and on, her pussy wildly and violently spasming around his fingers with bliss. His unfiltered thoughts wouldn't shut up, wouldn't stop, and the fact his words felt like a naughty secret had her losing her senses.

His voice was so rich and unfamiliar, yet it had the tiniest growly tinge to it. What he said was too much, and yet it only made her want to claw at him for it.

She wanted everything he was saying. For him to shove his cocks inside and bounce her as he took her hard and fast with deep, longing passion. She could tell how desperate he was for it, how excited it made him, and it only made her wonder how the hell he could hold back.

His mind seemed to be more twisted up with need than hers, and yet he always showed unending patience and control.

"I'm going to come soon,"he groaned, his hips shoving against her in jarring movements. "How do I warn her? I don't want to take my fingers from her. I want to touch where I want to fill."

Her dazed mind tingled in its lust-filled haze as she rubbed her face against him.

"Come for me, Nathair," she whispered softly, feeling her tremors easing.

"Shit. I'm sorry, Linh, but I cannot take it anymore. Your hands are too small and you're not holding them right."Holding her arse tight with his fingers buried, his other arm squeezing her to his chest, Nathair fucked his cocks against her hands and abdomen. "Sorry," he repeated as he picked up speed, grinding against her harder. He shuddered violently against her. "Fuck. Oh, fuuuck."

A whimper broke from him as the cock in her fist swelled. Shudders wracked him before he let out a choke, just as liquid burst between the tight press of their bodies. He continued to pump against her. That was until he removed his fingers, and the slither of light allowed her to see him shove his hand covered in her slick into his mouth.

His second cock swelled. She realised both were now releasing by the opposing jerking and ropes of liquid. Within seconds, she was not only wet, but the front of her was drenched in copious amounts of Duskwalker seed.

Even her tits weren't spared, and they became slippery as they moved over his body.

When his groan quietened, he popped his hand from his mouth and just held her tightly. His heart was sprinting against her cheek as she frantically huffed against his chest. His pants were loud, unhidden, and cracked.

Linh just digested everything with her lids lowered in satisfaction, her body radiating bliss.

He... can come with just one dick at a time?She clenched her thighs together, and she felt how wet the lips of her pussy were. Holy shit. He's a fucking pervert. All the things he said! Is that what he thinks every time we're intimate?

Here Linh was, thinking he was just calm, collected, and always in control while she was letting herself be lost to bliss. She almost let out a laugh. I didn't expect him to be so intense.

She felt not an ounce of fear or worry.

If his mind could be so chaotic, and he still held back for her sake, then this naughty, sinful Duskwalker was a damn saint. He was a good guy, and she just wanted to lather him in affection for it.

Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, as her chest felt swollen with tenderness and trust. She waited for the nausea to come on, the gut-churning tension, like she should feel guilty for receiving pleasure, but none came.

Instead, she just basked in this afterglow with all of Nathair pressed against her chest, back, and arms. I feel really at ease.

However, a touch of guilt did trickle its way into her satisfied stupor, and she nibbled at her bottom lip. Should I tell him I heard everything?

Absolutely, but she had two reasons for this. First, because it was the right thing to do, and secondly, because she wanted to tease the bully.

"Nathair?" she cooed, lifting her head.

She squeaked when he suddenly unwrapped his tail, and she figured he'd mistaken her intention for calling out. He made her straddle his abdomen, hiding his cocks by placing her above them.

"Sorry," he both said and signed, making her wince. "Was I too forceful at the end?"

He calls that forceful?He humped her stomach. Considering that he'd said it was because she'd been doing it all wrong, she... didn't blame him.

She blushed in memory, as embarrassment singed at the nape of her neck.

"No, it's fine." She offered him a genuine smile and then placed her hands on his chest so she could lift up and slide forward. "That was fun."

Bright yellow overtook his purple orbs, and he tilted his head. "You are okay?" he said and signed. "She's covered in my seed. I thought she'd want to wash straight away."

The second half of that had only been his thoughts, which were barely a whisper now.

"No, I don't feel like washing just yet," she stated with a coy hum in her tone. She kicked her feet up behind her as she lay on him and pressed the pads of her fingers to her lips. "It kind of feels nice. You sure do like to apologise a lot as you're coming, though. You should work on that."

Nathair's skull reared back in what could only be utter confusion. Then he paused, as realisation settled in. He shot forward and cupped her chin with his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Silence greeted her, and she laughed.

"I think whatever makes you fall asleep while I sing has a similar impact when I'm moaning and you're touching me. I can't hear you anymore, though."

He let her go, although with a slight rough toss. "Why didn't you tell me?" he signed, his gestures jarring and very much angered.

Her cheeks, which had been cooling from their conversation, rewarmed. Her gaze flittered away. "I was too busy coming, and it was really turning me on. I'm sorry. I know I should have told you, but it was... nice to hear your unfiltered thoughts. It made me feel really good, especially since you kept complimenting me."

With an annoyed groan, Nathair fell back and covered his skull as a reddish-pink glow flickered behind his fingers. He slowly lowered them and peered at her from beyond his claws.

"It felt good?" he asked, and the colour of his embarrassed orbs deepened. When she nodded, they turned bright yellow. "I thought the voices were quieter."

"Quieter?" Her brows drew together. "They weren't gone?"

He shook his head. "No. But your voice, scents, and touch kept them back. Your singing is more p-o-w-e-r-f-u-l."

Maybe that's why his ability to speak out loud faded so quickly in comparison to usual?They would normally get about thirty minutes of voice-to-voice conversation before it faded.

"Well... after I quickly wash, since I do feel sticky, do you want me to sing for you so you can rest?" she offered.

"I would like that. Thank you." Then he cupped the back of her head to pull her forward and licked the underside of her jaw. He leaned back just to sign, "I hope your c-u-n-t – cunt – feels good."

Linh squeaked and pressed her thighs together. "You did not just say that! I didn't even think you had a gesture for that word!"

He let out a devious chuckle. "Of course I do. I'd be happy to teach you them all, so I can t-e-a-s-e – tease – you with them next time."

She opened her mouth to refute him, her head about to explode in bashfulness. In the moment was different! Yet, she did kind of want to know them. If he could only speak when she sang or moaned for a while, then she wanted him to have the ability to pet her with mental caresses before she was crying out with lust.

"Fine," she bit out in a low voice, waving her hands. "Show me now, before I change my mind."

"Good." Then he did a sign she'd never seen before. He pinched his fingers together. Then, in a fluid motion, he waved both his arms in front of his skull until his forearms met like he was signing the word ‘night,' and brought his right hand next to his maw to pinch his index and middle fingers to his thumb repeatedly like a bird.

She mimicked it, and her lips pursed together when it didn't really look perverted. "What's this one?"

"Little n-i-g-h-t-i-n-g-a-l-e."

Her gaze softened at that, and somehow, her heart tried to flop out of her chest so he could gobble it up.

Did he make that one just for me?When would he have ever seen a nightingale? Perhaps in the human memories he has knocking around in that big skull of his? Not even Linh's people had a sign for it, as it wasn't a bird that was native to here – she figured it was some kind of songbird.

How could one person be such a deviant and so sweet at the same time?

Little nightingale. I like that he calls me that.

She'd be his songbird whenever he needed.