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Itappears as though she deliberately quiets them.Willingto play along,Idon’t move, lying there as ifIhave no idea that she’s attempting to sneak up on me.Myhearing is so sensitiveIcan hear her heartbeat, butIwon’t ruin my mate’s fun.Shewas so melancholy last eve thatIwelcome her playfulness this rising.

Nomatter how odd it is for me to rise with the sun instead of with the setting of the sun.Ihear her take a slow, deep breath and have to hide my smile.

She’sabout to pounce.

Ino more have that thought when her body collides with mine and she shouts, “Gotcha!I’vegot you pinned sir, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” she gloats, andIcan smell the mint on her breath while her plush thighs cuddle my hips where she straddles me.

“IsupposeImust surrender to a worthy adversary,”Iretort, willing to play, as long as she keeps smiling at me like that asItake in the sight of the dressing gown she wears.It’sgot a peculiar little blue creature with a garish smile and four arms on it, staring back at me.

Lettingher fingers trail down the length of my chest, distracting me from my perusal of her sleeping clothes, she scooches back to make room for her questing fingers.Stoppingat my seam, she begins to torment me with tantalizingly brief strokes of her fingertips against the sensitive scales lining the edges.

“Iwant to see your cock.”

Notone to deny my mate,Iallow my fully erect prick to extrude from my slit into her waiting hands.

Chapter Thirty-Six

PAISLEY

Howthe fuckdoes this fit inside me?

NowonderI’ma bit sore, even with all the preparationLaithogdid to stretch me for him each time we had sex.

Thisthing is massive.

Like.

Freakishlyhuge.

HowamIalive after taking this thing?

Iwon’t ever be able to get all of it in my mouth, butI’mdefinitely willing to give it a try.Consideringhow sharpLaithog’steeth are,Iwould be willing to bet thatIlayahan’swere as well.

Whichmeans…he’s never had a blowjob.

Pleasurecurls inside me at being able to give him one thing that she couldn’t.Notthat it’s a competition, it just makes me happy that he andIwill have something special that differs from what he had with his first mate.Glancingup atLaithog,Isee that he’s gathered our pillows with his dexterous tail to prop himself upagainst the headboard and is watching me curiously.Hissilver hair is pulled to the side and draped over a shoulder so he isn’t reclining on its length as his eyes regard me.

“Doyou trust me?”Iask.

Hisreply comes without hesitation. “Ofcourse, my little flame.Doas you will.”

Permissiongained.

Becauseconsent is sexy…and requiredto quote two of my favorite performers from theTexasRenaissanceFestival.Refocusingon the hard length in my hand,Itake the time to examine his cock in depth for the first time asIhaven’t had the opportunity for a closeup to this point in time.

Thickis an understatement…Ican barely wrap one hand around his girth and there’s no wayIcould get both hands around his knot and it’s not even at its largest.Ican see a bulge at the base that can’t be anything else but his knot while the ridges on either side remind me of the ridges on an old fashions wash board.

NowonderI’vecome so hard from g-spot stimulation.

He’sliterallyribbed for her pleasure.

Hiscock is a vibrant electric purple, far brighter than the darker tones of his skin and scales.It’sa startling contrast…and it’s almost…pretty.

“Littleone, the humorIam feeling from you right now does not fill me with confidence.Nomale wants their female to laugh at their prick.”Comeshis disgruntled observation.

“Laithog, you andIboth know that your dick is impressive.Thehumor you feel is because of the color.Ididn’t realize it was so…colorful.That’sall.”

Alow grunt is his only reply.

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