Chapter 29

With a drowned groan, Nathair weakly leapt out onto the lake's edge. He didn't make it far, only half his humanoid torso exiting the water. He clawed at the stone with one hand and an elbow to stop himself from slipping back in.

Unable to see Linh, Nathair heard her soft, steady breaths, as if she were asleep somewhere. His sight fell on the recess of his nest, hoping she'd crawled into it despite his absence.

It was her bed, as much as his own.

Dammit. I don't feel well,he thought, placing her bag of plums on the ledge.

He took a moment to breathe and settle the loud chatter of voices zipping past in his consciousness.

I don't understand. I was fine before I left her.He pondered as to why the fragments came in a rockslide. Is it because I held them back for so long?

It'd been over thirty-six hours since one had come to the forefront of his mind. He'd never had that happen before.

The day on the beach, their journey to the quartz crystals, their night of passion... It'd all drawn his focus to one big pinnacle point: her. It was always her. Somehow, she kept the agony at bay.

Then he'd parted from her.

With his hand reaching up to pick a plum in the daylight, he'd woken to it being... night.

Nathair had seen nothing, heard nothing, and scented nothing of the real world. A fragment had reached to take an orange from a tree, just as he did with a plum, and he'd slipped out of consciousness completely.

He didn't even think being attacked would have woken him.

Dark orange flared in his sight. I left her for hours. At least she was safe.

He'd been hoping she'd be awake to greet and soothe him.

Nathair crawled out of the water, having to bunch his tail underneath him to get leverage. Then he checked to truly take in how she'd chosen to sleep in his nest without his presence. His chest swelled before he choked at the fragment of a mother staring down at their child in a cot.

He shook his skull, then reached in to pull the cloth higher until it covered her exposed neck. Her hair is loose. Only when she planned to change styles did she briefly have it down.

After checking on her, Nathair went to the entrance of the tunnels to scent down them. He even flicked his tongue forward to fully sense whether a Demon was slowly infiltrating. Deciding it was fine, he came back to Linh.

I want to lie with her.His heart swelled to hold her.

He didn't. He didn't trust his current mental state, as it was weaker than usual. The voices were too loud, so he laid his torso over the ledge of his nest wall and gazed down at her.

Even though she was asleep, he craved her battling his fragments for him. His senses soaked her in.

His sight took in her beauty as she lay curled up on her side, with a folded bit of cloth under her head as a pillow. She looked uncomfortable, and he took solace in that; he was a better bed for her.

She smells so nice. The aroma of her peach-and-vanilla scent, and the utter sweetness of it, swirled in his nostrils until he let out a warmed pant. She's so small and light. His ears listened to her fragile heart, so tiny and delicate, and he let it lull him. He also noted how her even breaths were soft, perfectly rhythmic, and were at ease.

She really is a remarkable creature,he thought, reaching in to brush some of her black strands from her face. His claws were unsteady as he tucked them behind her ear, but he made sure to be gentle so he didn't scratch her.

Nathair allowed just a knuckle's worth of touch, and her heat shot up his hand like a spark. He caressed the curve of her ear, her lobe, until he trailed his thick finger down her jaw.

He didn't realise how fast and frantic his heart had been beating until Linh's unmoving presence calmed it. A sigh of relief flittered out of him, and he just let himself be lost in the female he had in his keeping. Back bent, the base of his tail straight before it looped to the left, he folded an arm on top of the nest's ledge.

I don't think she will mind that I am doing this.He was touching her face and neck while admiring her, but he had no ill intent with it. He didn't even care that she wasn't awake to realise he was being affectionate. The secret of it felt special.

Trying to keep all focus on her, he thought it would keep the fragments at bay. But he was tired – she had not managed to sing to him in days – and drained. By the time he realised what was happening, his muscles locked up and white bled into his sight.

It stole all of her from him. He experienced nothing but the many fragments that hammered for attention, as if angered he'd managed to shove them back for so long. His body went colder than normal, and he didn't even have the strength to shiver in repulsion.

How long he remained as unmoving as stone, he didn't know.

The tiniest hint of warmth bled into the bone of his skull, and Linh's face flickered into view in the background. Her head tilted as she cupped both sides of his jaw. In the back of his mind, he registered that hours must have passed, and she was now awake.

He even caught a glimpse of a sun streak hitting her cheek.

A tingle over his body informed him he'd slipped away with his arm in the nest, his head tilted on its side against his biceps, and his throat on top of his hand. His back was still bent, most of his body straight besides the last half of his lengthy tail. Thankfully he was bendy, otherwise the prolonged position would have ached him.

She spoke to him, her voice inaudible, only to get up and leave.

White took over his senses once more. Minutes, hours, days could have passed before he sensed her return.

Once more, she cupped under his jaw. This time, she attempted to lift his limp head until it was straight.

Her voice was so quiet and distant. "Are you going to wake up for me?"

Nathair wished he could, but he hadn't been this deeply impacted for weeks. He'd spent days trapped in fragments on Earth, and months in Tenebris when he'd first done this to himself. The heaviness in his body told him he likely wouldn't be coming out of this for a long while.

He'd always been worried of this happening, and how she may take it.

Then a radiant sensation prickled over his snout. It tingled up the bone of his face, his horns, and slowly made its way down his neck and back.

Linh hummed, and it brought her to the forefront of his mind, his sight, his sense of smell. Her touch blasted him, and Nathair choked as he was shoved back into consciousness.

Her face, appearing with a bright smile as he held up the weight of his skull, was the first thing he saw with clarity. He managed to catch that she'd changed from her usual purple garment into the thigh-high pink dress with the leaves sewn in. She smelt clean, as if she'd gone to wash, which is where she may have left to.

"There you are," she stated with a giggle.

The moment she stopped humming, he fucking slipped away again. His head thunked against his knuckles and tipped against his biceps once more. Nathair didn't even have the strength to curse in annoyance within his mind, but he felt the irritation in his chest.

Linh hummed again, only to give him a fleeting moment of control until she ceased.

Her voice echoed in the background. "I guess humming isn't going to cut it today."

She stroked up his snout and between his empty eye sockets. He wanted to lean into that gentle touch with his sight closed to savour it.

"I don't want to sing to you, though." Instead of lifting his head, she tilted her own until their gazes were centred – hers bright and aware, his dazed and unfocused. "I'm feeling much better, and I want you to give me attention. I don't want to put you to sleep."

Please,his mind whispered. Perhaps some rest would aid him.

Soft lips pressed against the centre of his maw. He managed to take in the impression of her pretty brown eyes staring into him from just beyond his snout. When that didn't work, she tried to coax him out with many more over the bone of his skull. He wanted to lean into each press of her lips and feel them totally, rather than the sensations of his fragments.

He felt his body limping as pain radiated up a leg he didn't have. A hand at his side kept him steady, while his arm was crossed over the shoulders of another. "Who the hell twists their ankle going shopping, Sarah?"

A sigh flittered over his skull.

"Fine. I'll just play around you, then," Linh grumbled, a pout obvious in her voice.

Fuck, he wanted to see her pout. She was cute when she did so, and it usually had a contented purr vibrating from him. She was such a soft creature against his overall hardness that he liked when her personality moulded against him like this.

"You did say I could touch you always." He noted the humour.

Something cold and hard thunked against the top of his skull between his horns. "There, now you're king of the nest," she stated, and he figured she'd put the only tiara he had on top of his head. It slipped right off and clinked against the coins around her knees. "Fine. I'll wear it."

The green gem caught a fraction of light before the silver ore reflected the pinstripe of sun. She placed something on his wrist, then a second, as her voice echoed, "You're so big I have to put necklaces around your arm since they won't fit around that thick neck of yours."

Nathair was thankful for that, as he didn't like anything hard against his gills. Even her flat teeth were too sharp.

Metal clanked and chimed in the background of his fragments as she placed more jewellery on him. A bracelet around his horn, a ring up to the first knuckle of his pinkie.

"I wonder if I can touch you out of a trance?" He figured she'd gotten bored when nothing seemed to disturb him from his ‘trance.' "You won't mind, will you? Do absolutely nothing if you don't mind."

Her giggle was conniving.

She faded from view, only for weight to press upon his back. Circling her arms over his shoulders, she lay on him and spoke, yet little of it was registerable. He grunted when hands glided up his back, only to trace down the protruding bones of his spines. She straddled him and dug her fingers into the tense muscles of his back, as if she wanted to knead him of the strain clutching them.

A groan flittered in the back of his mind, her nimble fingers pressing in places that had his gut tightening.

Then she leaned forward as she did, and a growl burst within his conscience when she kissed at his gills from behind. His seam instantly clenched, his cocks jerking, only for a deep throb to thrum when she bit down on his puffed shoulder. She lathered kisses across his shoulders, her voice whispering something, before she licked at the other side of his neck.

Purple flickered in his sight when she sucked, only for it to immediately snuff out to white.

She straddled his waist, then slipped down, and down, until she'd brought herself below his hips. His body twitched when she gripped him just below his hips – where the base of his tail began. For a second, her voice became loud.

"I guess you do have a butt." She lightly spanked it! Her following giggle, as she did it multiple times, had his fingers twitching. "Ohhh, I bet I'd be in so much trouble right now. Too bad you can't do anything about it."

She wasn't gripping it, nor kneading it, but rather playing it like it was a drum. How would she like it if I did that to her? She was attempting to coax him out any way possible, and to his dismay, it wasn't working. She lightly spanked him a few more times.

But, as she lay down once more, and hugged his narrow humanoid waist rather than his chest, he flinched. She managed to glide her hands up his abdomen, and her tiny fingertips dipping into all the muscles made each one spasm. When she went too high up, he was too wide for her smaller frame, so she came back down.

His vision wavered and his cocks hardened the lower she went. If Linh didn't have any intention of playing his way, then he hoped she didn't caress his seam. She didn't, but she came dangerously close enough to tease him, tickle him, and make his groin tingle until he felt himself parting. Fuck. Am I extruding? Inside pressure was relieving, as central hard rods gave way.

Strength began returning, the voices quietening, but not enough to yank him free.

She came back around into the nest, and her features were clearer than before. He was able to take in the silver tiara on her head with a central green diamond-shaped gem. It flattened down her long, straight hair, and the lengths tickled into her cleavage. Her breasts looked softer in her pink dress than normal, as if she'd chosen not to wear her undershirt with it this time.

Oh fuck.Nathair groaned when, now that she was in front of him and his nose hole, he took in her scent.

The little female was aroused, and saliva instantly flooded his maw. Unable to muster the strength to swallow, it seeped from his downward-pointing mouth. His tentacle-shielded cocks fully extruded, throbbing, just as his breaths turned rapid through his nose hole.

She's turned-on. I want to touch her so badly.And yet, he was fucking stuck!

He'd always hated the fragments, but he resented them even more in this very moment. This female, this tempting little creature, was teasing him, despite her reservations, and he was limp. His cocks were pointed towards the ground, when he'd much rather them be pointing towards the hot heaven between her thighs.

"Do I really have to sing?" she asked, her brows furrowed and her eyes bowed. She tightened her lips. "What if I flash you my tits?"

She revealed them, and all his fingers twitched as another growl rumbled from him – although he didn't know if he did it aloud or in his head.

Dismayed, she hid them and lifted his head once more. He saw the whisper of a disgruntled expression.

"Come on, Nathair." She came closer, just to kiss his maw again. "It must be really bad today, huh?" She kissed down the side, following the bony seam of his mouth. "I'm feeling better, and I want to touch you. Don't you want that?"

I do. Absolutely he did. She was flitting around him like a fucking aroused fairy, and he was a freaking statue.

More than ever, Nathair fought. He battled as his entire consciousness seemed to tremor and shake, threatening to shatter and fall like glass panes. The fragments refused to let up, even when his sight blackened as she kissed at his neck again before travelling back up his jaw.

She came to the centre, pressing her lips right where she knew he liked it. Yet he could scent her arousal waning.

Linh pulled back, only to sigh again.

No! Don't you fucking dare sing. His vision was straightening, his body was beginning to respond. His heart was rapid with the strain, but he could feel himself winning. Don't you dare put me to sleep.

She opened her mouth, and a yell roared from within his skull.

Nathair darted forward, and she rolled back with a squeal at his lunge. Within seconds, he'd wrapped the back of her head in his left palm to stop it from knocking against his treasure while simultaneously lifting it. With his right elbow, he kept himself up so he didn't crush her beneath the power of his leap.

A groan fell as he licked across her lips. She immediately parted them to let him inside, and his entire body shuddered with aftershocks from his fragments. They clamoured inside him, shouting to clutch at him again, while he used all his might to stay focused on her.

Her slim arms slipped around his neck to keep him to her, and the warmth helped to soften him. Fuck, Linh. Nathair shuddered again. She brought me out. She'd really done it, and not even he could do that for himself.

He usually had to let the power of them wane first when they were that stifling. To let them play and have their moment before he was given a drop of unquiet peace.

Today, she'd battled his will with him, and he still felt muddled, like there were blobs of oil in his brain. He was hard, his cocks threatening to break from his tentacles, and his heart was beating so fast he thought the tendons holding it in place would snap.

His mind was not sound, and instincts bit at him with sharp fangs.

Before he knew it, he darted his right hand beneath her dress and was grasping a naked breast. Thankfully, she arched into his harsh knead rather than away from it. His palm weighed her soft mound, her nipple scraping along the crease, and he quickly reminded himself to sheath his claws before he attempted to do more.

Nathair didn't care what her reasons were – if she'd desired to touch him because she truly felt well, or if she was brave enough to try again. Perhaps she missed his constant presence and wished to show him just how much.

Whatever the case, his skull felt like it was trying to split in two as he attempted to stay present – here, with her and in this moment.

When Linh gave a soft moan, his palm slipped down her body. He didn't make it to his destination. Instead, his hand caught her dress as he placed it against the bottom of his nest when a voice barrelled into him. He pulled his snout away from her lovely lips to huff.

Fuck. Leave me alone!He was tired of this, of them. Hadn't he suffered enough for his mistake?

Linh stole his focus purposefully by licking, sucking, and kissing the side of his neck. His gills flared, and a pleased growl burst from him. He touched her once more.

Palming her stomach to make sure she understood his destination, he glided past her navel. He expected to feel material at her pelvis, but a thatch of hair greeted him, just as she rose her hips to quicken his apparent slow pace.

Underneath her dress, her entire body was bare. Had she... always been intending for me to touch her today? No wonder the scent of her arousal had been strong – there'd been no barrier.

Nathair glided into the wet lips of her pussy, and somehow her scent strengthened in his senses. He slammed two fingers inside her, and he was delighted when her loosened core easily accepted them. Her little moans whispered across his gills as he quickly pumped his digits in and out, trying to get her to be louder so she could quieten his mind.

There we go, little nightingale. Cry for me,he thought when she started milking his fingers. She'd fallen off the edge so swiftly for him, as if her body had been pleading for his touch.

Her nails dug into the backs of his shoulders, while her scent, her voice, her very presence grew stronger for him.

"N-Nathair," she croaked, her tone lax and thick, while she pulled back to give him a heavy-lidded gaze. "Can you go to your back?"

His shoulders twitched when he realised he was towering over her and had pinned her to the bottom of the nest. Refusing to part from her, Nathair took Linh with him as he moved to lie back. Her legs slipped across his treasure, making it clink and chime before he laid her across him.

Before he could do anything more, she started kissing her way down his torso. Nathair grabbed the back of her dress to see if she'd willingly slip out of it, and she ducked so he could toss it. The moment she was completely bare to him, he soaked in the lovely sight of her naked body upon his.

The crooks of her thighs slipped over his cocks, and he hissed out a breath of need. Fuck. I'm so hard. He'd been hoping she'd put one out of its misery and just mount it, but she sat behind them. Precum leaked from the tips of both.

"Inside," Nathair signed, his chest weighted with lustful need.

Both cocks jerked in opposite directions at just the thought of her gloving one with her wet heat.

He forced his hands to grip the ledge of his nest with a growl rumbling from his chest when she gave him a defiant glare.

She had a very horny, unwell, and agitated Mavka below her. Teasing him further was unwise. To stay in control, he tilted his head back so he could settle himself by looking away from her and wading through the thick mud in his mind.

Be calm for her.His fists bunched, cracking a branch of his nest.

The pads of her fingers gently pressed against the left cock, directing it, just as softness pressed against it. Unfamiliar with the sensation, but instantly jerking for it, he waited for Linh. Be calm. He couldn't do what he wanted with this female. Perhaps one day he could be more demanding and forceful, but until then, he had to be a good Mavka.

Well, that was what he intended.

A snarl burst out of him when a strange warmth engulfed him, and one of his hands shot forward to grab the back of her head. He looked down in shock to find her lips one-third of the way down his purple cock. Her brown eyes sparkled up at him, hinting at mischief and playfulness.

Nathair took his hand away when the nagging desire to shove her head down until he'd breached her throat and forced her all the way to the base gnawed at him. Her mouth appeared to be filled to capacity, his cock thick against the features of her face.

She was a little human, he a big Mavka, and although his split dicks meant she could properly suck him, it didn't mean they'd ever be able to play with abandon. They were long, and the true power of his girth came from them nestled together.

So, Nathair just absorbed how nice she looked bobbing her head while her soft, warm, and wet mouth glided up and down. It was a snug fit; her teeth constantly scraped over the sides of him and her lips were stretched as far as they could, but he didn't mind. The roof of her mouth was textured, bumpy and ridged.

The important thing was that she was sucking him, while she fisted the other to give it attention as well. She didn't seem to mind his lubricant, since she greedily swallowed it along with any seed he produced.

Nathair parted his maw to pant at the vision of her before him. Take it slow for me, little nightingale. Linh, naked, sucking him, while her eyes flicked between his purple orbs and his cocks. I want to savour this. He flicked his tongue forward so he could greedily taste her arousal in the air. Fuck. So lovely.

She removed her mouth just to lather kisses along both, apparently wanting to show affection before she gulped the one she had yet to take in her mouth as far as she could. Nathair groaned and palmed the top of her head again.

He almost lost his fractured mind when she even licked up the middle of both, sucking on the head of each at different intervals. He watched her pink tongue dabble his purple cocks, while her lips sucked with hums, moulding to his hardness.

He wanted to ask her questions. Did she like the feel of him in her mouth, his taste, how he had two for her to play with? Instead, he was so fucking lost watching her that he could do nothing but jerk and twitch. His abdomen constantly dipped as bubbles of precum crawled up the lengths of his cocks.

One moment the left was closer to release, then it was the right, and his tail bunched and knotted in confusion.

Then she attempted to squeeze them together to lick and suck them – although poorly due to the size difference between them – at the same time. Her tongue swirled, drawing little patterns, circling one, then the other, then stroking in the middle.

She brought the left back into the heaven of her mouth, and Nathair's sight flashed with black.

"I'm about to come," he signed with shaking arms, his head tipping back as his spine arched downwards. She moved to the other cock, and Nathair gently, gently, guided her back to the left. "Swallow me, Linh."

When she slipped those lips up and down him, gaining speed, Nathair's entire body rippled. Oh fuck. Nhn. Tingles raced through him, just as the left swelled, with the right following directly behind it in reaction to the deep clutch of his groin.

The groan that fell from Nathair was accompanied by his maw parting and his venom-coated fangs dropping. He slipped lower inside his nest, which forced his sight forward to land on her, just as he released the first rope of seed – straight into her mouth.

She gulped it down when the second rope began to overflow through the seam of her lips, and his right cock began to release up his torso from her stroking it. The delay had him shuddering beneath her as he slid further down the nest wall. When the first cock only produced dribbles, she placed her mouth around the other to take what cum she could from it.

She'd taken full control of him, of them, and the sight was fucking killing him. He felt like he was moments from splintering.

Panting as he watched her clean his cocks once he was done violently spending, his body was hit with aftershocks. He'd always hoped she'd suck him, but this? Where she played with both at the same time, loving on them with licks and sucks as she gave little contented moans... it'd been perfect. The experience – the sight of her, feel of her, smell of her, the cute sounds of her – would forever be seared into his mind.

"You're so messy," she stated around his cocks with kisses. She wasn't wrong; much had overspilled from her lips, and he'd come all over his abdomen.

I'm still hard.Sure, slightly drained, but she kept playing with them, stopping them from softening after what she'd just done to him.

Nathair reached down and grabbed her round arse with both hands while slithering back up to sit somewhat upright.

When she was lined up above his cocks, he caressed his right hand up her body. He appreciated her hips, the narrow dip in of her waist, and all the soft skin that covered her. He grasped a breast, flicking her sensitive nipple, before palming up her throat until her head tilted back for him.

Dipping his head down, he followed his hand by licking at her throat while letting his cool, bony maw brush over her. She gifted him a shaking moan with her lips parting on a rasp. Then he brought his hand back down between them, so he could stroke her saturated clit, only to dab at the entrance to her warm, overflowing cunt.

He teased her and waited for her to answer the silent question. She tried sitting on two of his fingers, and he refused to let her.

"Please, Nathair. Inside me," she whispered against his horn. "My pussy aches."

He lowered her while fisting his cocks together. He nudged them against her entrance to see if she would let him mount her with both – or one – he really didn't care which right then.

Linh sat back on them, and he let out a small groan at the pressure. Together, they tried to push them inside. Nathair knew by the tightness that greeted him that getting her to stretch around both in the first thrust wasn't going to work. He let one go, and she let out a loud cry when the left one bottomed out within her.

Fuck, hot.At least her mouth had warmed them in preparation so he didn't squeal this time.

Nathair continued to lick at her neck even when she tipped her head back, leaned back on straightened arms to arch her spine, and began riding him. He cupped a bouncing breast, and just let her release all the energy from earlier. Her moans were loud, and they tingled in his mind as she fucked herself.

He pulled her up and away so she could mount the other, wanting to get to that same state as before. The one where she'd made his groin twitch and convulse in confusion, unsure of which would release first. Nathair switched her constantly, and he was too dazed to know where the one not currently mounted was slipping. Linh rode each one with enthusiasm, unbothered that he kept pulling out of her so long as one of them shoved back in.

Nathair growled when her pussy walls snapped tight around him as she started to come. Nnhn, she's perfect.

The scent of her orgasm, combined with wet and hot liquid squelching out of her, had his tongue lazily drinking it from the air. Her melodic cry was mind-altering as it rung in his sensitive ears. He rocked as her tension had her jerking and missing her own thrust beats. Nathair stayed with her, refusing to remove his cock until she was done wringing herself around it.

The moment she was done, he made her mount the other so he could feel her scramble his brain by coming around it as well. Their movements were still slow, but he had no desire to rush this.

She seems insatiable today.And luckily for Linh, Nathair was hungry for her. She was still wearing the tiara, even though it was partially dislodged, and it was like he had a princess riding his cock like a wanton nymph.

That's it, little female. Fuck yourself as much as you need.He groaned against her neck when she clamped him with little spasms before loosening. I'm all yours to use.

Then he felt her hand push against the head of his cock nestled between her arse cheeks. He grunted when it lined up with the tight hole, only to hiss out from the groin-clenching spasm that blasted him when it went deeper.

Nathair parted from her so he could apologise and connected with her gaze. Her eyes flicked between his purple orbs as she bit her lip.

"Y-you said I can claim all of both of us, right?" she asked around airy breaths, never taking her stare from him. Her pink cheeks deepened.

Wait, she wants to mount both like this? he thought, his mind too muddled and weak to understand clearly.

"You did let me know you wanted this last time," she continued.

Did I? He could no longer sift through his mind to remember anything beyond what they were currently doing. He was so horny that his entire essence was obsessed with hers.

Seeing as he wasn't stopping her, she backed onto it more, and his left hand, still gripping her arse, pulled her cheeks apart. The other gently cupped her throat as he began to rock to the tightness that greeted him. His maw parted as he let out feverish huffs.

Her face twinged, as if in uncomfortable pain, and he instantly healed her. He'd take any aches for her so long as she sat that ass around his fucking cock. He barely felt the stings in his spine as she softened and took him deeper, and he continued to heal her even when the head popped through.

Ohhh, fuuuck,Nathair groaned, as his tail twisted and contorted.

The muscled ring of her was so tight it tried to crush him, while her soft pussy nursed the other. Beautiful heat greeted both his cocks, and yet it felt like his body was being split in two.

Holding her with both hands to keep her steady, he thrust up until he bottomed out in her pussy. But Nathair could feel he could go deeper within the tightness of her ass.

Cool, orange magic continued to swirl around them, and her little moans said he was doing everything right. She felt no pain, no uncomfortableness, and was able to just bounce on both his cocks freely.

From the front, he grabbed both her thighs and pushed her back while balling his tail behind her. She gasped as she fell, but he made sure to settle her weight in his palms as he spread her. Then, finally,Nathair saw all of this woman bare to him.

He'd glanced at her pussy last time, but now he took his fill of her pretty pink clit. He lifted her up and down his purple cocks. Although he struggled to see the one that had twisted beneath the other, he felt it.

Thighs wide, her knees bent, he could see her pussy was spread and greedily taking him. The entrance to her cunt looked overstretched as it clung to his purple cock, but he thought by now she may be able to swallow both inside it. Yet, even if he wanted to, Nathair couldn't pull away from her like this.

The conflicting differences, the textures, had him breaking apart beneath her. Her body was on show for him. She gripped his wrists to keep her torso steady as he worked her up and down his cocks.

Fuck. I've never seen anything as erotic as this. Not even the intimacy in his fragments could compare to seeing his own body being mounted this way.

Her breasts bounced and swayed, her long, loose hair along with it. With her back tilted to a half-seated position against his tail wrappings, she looked down to watch how he used her body to fuck his own cocks. She moaned for him, and her insides spasmed and clenched.

She didn't fight him, and instead spread herself further apart as her feet bounced, toes clenching.

She looked naughty like this, and her eyes crossing on lewd moans had him snarling in triumph.

Nathair knew something with absolute certainty in that moment: I love her. He produced a pitiful moan as his cocks swelled hard. His sight blackened just as her face darted up to him with parted lips, and his head lolled to the side, too heavy to hold up right then. I love her. I love this. I love the way she looks, smells, feels, and how she accepts all of me. I love how sweet she is to me, and how she sings when she comes for me.

He wrapped the tip of his tail around one of her thighs so he could free up his right hand.

"Deeper," Nathair signed, unsure if he even spoke out loud along with it.

Fuck, I want deeper.He wanted it so much right then, he considered just taking it with how his clawed fingers tingled. Even when his mind had grown hazy with lust, he knew he wouldn't.

"Y-you can't go deeper, though," she answered, barely able to speak properly.

With an annoyed, growly groan, Nathair cut his palm with his middle finger and slapped it against the side of his nest. He opened his sight just as his orange light symbol glowed to life beside them.

Her eyes flicked to it, and it seemed to register in her mind.

"Deeper." Then, with a pathetic whine ripping his chest, he signed, "Please."

If he needed to beg, he fucking would. He'd plead, whimper, he'd grovel for it. Whatever would convince her to envelop him so completely he shattered.

"Will it hurt?"

He shook his head; he didn't believe so? At least, not enough that he couldn't heal her from it. He knew what the buzzing in his fingertips meant; he would need to lance her. He could sense in the back of his mind what he needed to do.

"Is it... permanent?" she asked, and Nathair paused the movements of their joining to stare at her through deep huffs.

I don't know,he thought. He didn't know if he could reverse such magic, or if... he'd even want to. She said she wanted to claim all of his body, and that was the only way to. Until she did, until she swallowed every inch of him, she'd claimed him in a sense, but only partially.

"Okay." Her eyes flicked to the magic symbol again. "Do it. I want all of you."

Nathair struck so fast she didn't even have a chance to react until he'd already embedded his claws into her abdomen. The devious, quiet chuckle that fell from him was excited and maddened. He released the pressure but not the steadiness of his left hand and tail, so she would fall down the lengths of his cocks.

"Oh!" she gasped, only to let out shuddering, quivering moans as they let gravity do the work.

Her body arched and dipped as she wiggled her way down. Her legs tried to shut, only to open wide, as her toes curled. His tongue fell forward to pant in feverish lust as he watched his cocks disappearing inch by inch into the sopping wet heat of her.

Linh's pussy changed for him as his cock pushed the boundary of it. When she was seated to the base, his tentacles snapped around her hips to keep her to him. He removed his claws, and the body-altering magic stopped her from bleeding on his exit, while allowing his puncture marks to remain.

He considered completely healing her in case she felt pain, but he wanted to scar her. Her body was perfect, not a single marking or scar upon her – except for his claws.

From now on, when she looked at her own body, she'd see what they'd both done to her.

He lifted her by the backs of her thighs while dipping his hips down, only to shunt hard inside her. He did it again, slamming into her as hard and deep as he could, and she remained soft and pliable for him. I can do whatever I want now.

He didn't have to take into consideration her human boundaries. She'd seated herself completely and wholly around a Mavka, and now became ripe for his rutting.

Nathair darted forward and swallowed Linh in his limbs. He coiled his tail around the little female to bring her into their nightly cuddle to ensure she, hopefully, felt safe. He tried not to be above her, although he couldn't help partially being so.

"Nathair?" she asked softly, as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around what she could reach of his back.

Nathair buried his snout against the top of her hair, ignoring the half-dislodged tiara on it. With his arms wrapped around her and squeezing her in place, his purr and growl mixed together as he fucked into this human as fast, as hard, and as deep as he could.

All slowness fell away as he gave her body everything he'd been holding back.

Her answering and immediate scream was accompanied by her pussy and ass clamping around both his slamming cocks as she came. He cupped the back of her neck to support her head as he ruthlessly pumped through her orgasm.

That's right, little nightingale. Come for me as I fuck into you.

His chuckles were not of humour, but of his utterly blissful delight as he took this female in the way he'd been longing to. In a way that was so consuming for them both, that she clawed at his back with her little nails until she'd flaked off scales.

She continued to come as the hard and long lengths of his cocks hammered into her pussy through their combined pressure. He could feel himself moving inside her through their abdomens squished together, and knowing she was so utterly stuffed only made him be more vicious.

His entire body moved, his tail slithering and squirming around her in rapture. He soaked in her heat from all around, while her insides warmed his groin, and his very heart.

He didn't mean to give a menacing hiss against her hair, but his seed sacs clenched unbearably hard, and liquid shot up his cocks. They both swelled like they would burst.

Even as the deep pelvis clutch obliterated his groin, Nathair didn't soften any part of his thrusting as he ruined her insides for himself, as he came inside both her holes. He just quaked, twitched, and wriggled as he exploded heavy, thick ropes within her. Her pussy quickly overfilled, but her ass took every drop until it was by the force of his pumping that it leaked.

For once, he didn't cover them both in his possessive sexual scent, and instead gifted it all to her. She wouldn't be able to wash this away, and he hoped to give it to her constantly. To have her milk him nightly, hourly, whatever she wished.

Mine. I want her to be mine so badly. Now and forever. In this life, and in the next. Nathair wanted to give it all to this female, and be gifted with everything in return. To connect with her on this deep, pleasurable physical level so completely that it transcended all levels of their psyche, their spirit, their essences.

With a final thrust, he made sure his hips were slammed against her so he could be seated deep while he crashed back to reality.

Their hearts raced so fast he couldn't figure out whose beat belonged to who. Her breaths sounded strangled, his rough and broken. Fuck. That felt amazing. He groaned against her hair as a last – likely small – bubble of cum escaped him. I cannot believe she took both for me.

I love her. She was so brave and resilient, despite everything, despite her soft and sometimes meek personality. She was so good, and sweet, that if he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he never would have believed she could be this naughty.

Little nightingale... when will you gift me your soul?

She'd let him change her... Did that mean she would bond them? This could be permanent, and yet she'd agreed to it. That had to mean something.

I only intended to ask for this once she gave me her soul.But he'd been so damn lust-brained that he'd asked anyway. Nathair winced when he realised he may have made a mistake. I should have done this while she was taking my cocks in her pussy. Hopefully it's possible to do it a second time if need be.

Now that they'd both settled, he pulled back to cup the side of her flushed and sweat-dotted face. I hope she is okay. He lifted her head enough so that he could gaze down at her.

In the dark, her eyelids continued to flicker, but she didn't appear distressed. She remained lax in his arms, soft and docile, after he'd rutted her like a beast. He adored feeling her body pulse around his thrumming cocks.

Her features stiffened as her cores clamped around him momentarily. Her muscles stayed soft, though, even as she said, "Can you pull out now?"

He did so gently, while unfurling his tail to give her freedom should she need it. It looked as though he'd been correct. She hadn't minded their position, even though he was slightly above her, since she was in his familiar cuddle, which kept her feeling secure.

As he exited her, he noted that his cock within her pussy was saturated in their combined liquids, while the tight ring of her ass stole every bit of his cum and lubricant. She cleaned him by taking it and holding it all.

Sitting up, she straddled his tail with her hands upon his waist until he turned beneath her and lay straight.

"I feel okay," she said through a croaked and cracked voice, flashing him a warm smile. The relief of that flooded his veins. "Are you feeling better?"

Nathair didn't wish to respond to that question, as he doubted she'd like his answer.

His seed sacs felt much emptier, and his heart was light, but the fragments continued to skitter in his skull. Now that his body wasn't receiving intense pleasure, his mind was being pulled at its edges. Like fraying rope, he wondered how long he could hold on before the wiry stings of his consciousness disintegrated.

He nodded, though.

Her smile grew as she cupped his jaw and kissed his snout. "I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered against his skull. "I was really worried about you. I woke up wanting you, but you weren't in the nest with me."

"Again?" He signed the word with a deep chuckle, rubbing his cocks and tentacles against her round backside.

"No!" she squealed, her eyes gleaming with mirth as she pulled the tiara from her hair and dropped it to the coins below. "I think I'd like a shower. Can we go to the beach? I really feel like being in the sun with you today."

Nathair playfully sighed. "Sure. Beach it is. But you must take the lantern with you, just in case you need to return on your own."

If she cannot bring me to the forefront again, I do not want her outside with the Demons.He doubted he'd be able to protect her should they be attacked and his fragments were too strong. And, if she sang, she'd put him to sleep.

"I can just hum for you as we walk back, though." She rubbed against his snout, apparently wishing to dole an endless amount of affection on him today. "I can even hold your hand and guide you if need be, so long as you put your light magic on my clothes."

She would do that for me?He didn't imagine he'd be in any state to move well. The lethargy he'd been weighed down with before had ached his bones, but if she was willing to walk with him back to the main cave...

His heart swelled in tenderness for this sweet female.

She slipped off him, squeaking as seed leaked down her thighs in thick globs. She snagged her dress, and he was pleased she intended to wear it again. Then she climbed her way out of the nest, and he licked at his snout as she flashed him her dripping pussy from behind.

With his arms shaking, he propped himself up on the wall.

Just as Nathair began to slither out of his nest, wincing at the muddiness in his head, he paused. She'd stopped halfway to the exit of the main cave and was waiting for him to notice her.

With her bundled dress barely shielding her nudity, Linh held up her right hand.

With her pinkie straight, her middle and ring fingers curled down, and her thumb and index fingers straightened to make an ‘L' shape, she pushed her palm towards him. Then she shook her hand.

Nathair tilted his head. Is this a sign from her people? He didn't know it, as it wasn't one he'd taught her.

"What does this mean?" he signed as he slipped from his nest towards her.

Her lips flattened as the edges curled. Tenderness, joy, and other emotions beamed in her features, making her eyes soft and warm. Linh let out the cutest giggle as she turned and ran off.

"Wait!" She didn't turn to see his hand gesture, and he chased after her until she went into the shadows of the tunnel. Nathair halted. He refused to follow, as he didn't want to violate her only place of privacy.

He turned his sight down to his own right hand. A streak of sunlight hit his palm as he made the same gesture, and his orbs shifted to dark yellow in curiosity. His sharp claws made it more menacing.

What does it mean?