Page 37 of Gravel and Grit

Bracing his hands on the kitchen counter, he bowed his head and tried to

breathe through his mouth to limit how much of her mouthwatering scent he was forced to smell.

It did not work.

Even a freezing shower outside with the hose was not enough to bring back his sanity. His cock was a steel fucking rod in the boxer briefs he’d changed into, and he was positive if he so much as grazed it with a fingertip he would explode and paint the walls of his kitchen with cum.

Since he did not think that was a scene she was quite ready to bear witness to, he very deliberately didn’t touch his dick even to adjust it to a more comfortable position.

Spinning on his heel, he stalked to the bathing room and stopped outside the door.

“We should knock and tell her the food is ready. Then she will get out and no longer be naked.”

Yes… but then she will get out and no longer be naked.

He froze with his fist raised then slowly lowered it to his side.

“Fuck. That is a very valid argument.”

Returning to the kitchen, he occupied himself by setting the table. When that was finished, he paced. Wrapping his wings around him like a blanket, he used them to cover the bottom half his face, including his nose, not that it helped, so only his eyes and up were visible.

Five minutes later he realized it might have been wise to cover his eyes as well.

He froze when he heard the water shut off, and the creak of the door opening a short time later, before the padding of bare feet sounded in the hallway. When Mira peeked around the corner it was to find him standing stock still in the middle of his kitchen peering at her wide-eyed from over his wings like he thought he was Batman.

She blinked up at him in surprise before the cutest fucking giggle in this world, or any other, spilled from her pretty pink lips.

He felt that sound in his balls. Why he felt it in his balls he didn’t know, and right at that minute, he didn’t much care, because just then she hesitantly stepped around the corner and revealed that she was clothed in nothing but a towel.

Zaek had not known his eyelids were capable of opening any wider, but they were.

He groaned like he was dying as he slowly, lovingly scanned her from

wet, dripping curls to naked toes scrunched against the wood of his floor.

Her claws are painted pink. I had no idea that was my favorite color untilthis very moment.

“You are naked,” he croaked, his gaze now glued to the droplet of water trailing down her neck and chest, over the pale mounds of her breasts before disappearing under the towel.

He would give his left arm to be that water droplet or, better yet, to follow its path with his tongue.

His wings, of their own volition, slowly unfurled until they were open and curved, ready to snap forward and envelop her at a moment’s notice.

“All my clothes are dirty, and I didn’t want to put them on when I just got clean. I was wondering if you had anything I could wear,” she breathed.

Her cheeks were bright pink, but the look in her big, blue eyes was not one of bashfulness. She was scanning him much the same way he had her, taking in his own state of undress and the unconcealable erection straining against his tight black briefs.

No, she most definitely did not look shy. She looked hungry.

His heart leapt in his chest thinking it might be hunger of an erotic nature… until her stomach growled so loudly he thought for a second some kind of wild animal had made its way into the house. They both jumped.

While startling and intensely disappointing, the sound did serve to stop him from backing her into a corner to hunt down that water droplet.

“I will retrieve clothing!” he blurted before retreating from the kitchen like he was being chased by villagers with pitchforks.

He returned with a pair of sweatpants and the only remaining shirt he had in his possession since he’d long ago given up wearing them. Human clothing was exceedingly restrictive on his wings and tail. To make them more comfortable, he modified them, which meant the pants had a hole cut in the ass and the shirt had two big slits on the back.

After stumbling over an explanation of the alterations, he handed them to her and watched as she left the kitchen to dress in the bathing room.

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