Page 71 of Prayers for the Prickly

“Of course I am,” I growled as I wrapped my mouth around him.

The warm water bubbled and lapped against my sides as I flattened my tongue against his shaft and gently hummed until he was moaning.

It was easy to keep him floating there as I licked, sucked, and took my time pleasuring him until he was squirming and trying to rock his hips.

“No rushing,” I said, caressing his thigh before I drew him closer and dipped my face beneath the water to lick over his opening, treating it to the same slow, drawn out teasing as I’d treated his cock.

I came up for air only when I needed to, drawing curses and whines from him until I returned to my destination, prodding with my tongue, before sliding it inside of him.

“Yes,” he whined, canting his hips as best he could.

When he started trembling I moved my attention back to his cock, chuckling around the hard, heated flesh when he snarled at me.

“Why are you tormenting me?!”

His wail made me chuckle again, which just made him moan, then groan loudly when I hollowed my cheeks and started sucking him. This time he gripped my hair, determined to keep me where he wanted me. The rasp of his fingernails along my scalp offered pinpricks of pain that only ramped up my pleasure.

Because of how much you enjoy it.

Though I’d spoken in his mind, he growled out loud at me, then whined when I laughed again, tremors running through his body as he came, his cum hitting the back of my throat, prompting me to swallow, suck and draw out his orgasm until his fingers relaxed in my hair and he keened softly.

Now I just wanna float and never move again.

“You can, if you and the little ones can shift for me,” I said, caressing his thigh again.

In his current state, the shift was always super slow, especially after I’d turned him into a quivering mass of soft set jelly. Every little caress made him shiver and squirm, which was why I had to stop touching once he started shifting, so he could focus on finishing it completely. The slow change ensured that the little ones inside him shifted, too, the genetics of our species allowing our young to remain safe within us whatever form we were in. The fates little way of ensuring that we could always resort to our animal selves when our human ones were being hunted.

When he’d finished, I held an adorably plump hedgehog in my hands who I gently caressed, before I shifted beneath him, so he could float on my belly. The feel of those bubbles was different in my fur, the jets hitting in ways that sent my body into a lazy rotation with him on top of me. Talk about cool. If I’d have known floating in fur in a whirlpool would feel like this I’d have had the whirlpool tub built into the home in the first place.

There is only one thing that we’re lacking.

August’s voice through their mind link was almost dreamy, the cadence slow, like he was having to focus a little more than he’d like to find the right words.

Flat screen so we can watch movies?I thought back, because now that I eyed the far wall where I’d never bothered to put in a full-length mirror, there were plenty of possibilities.

I-I mean, yeah, if that’s even a thing, but how would we keep the steam from the shower from fucking it up?

No clue, but now I intend to look into it. So what were you thinking the space needed?

A smart speaker.

It has one.

What? Why am I only learning about this now? We could have had all kinds of music playing while we were in here.

Guess I was so interested in the conversation I forgot there were other options.

I felt his pleasure through our mind link and the way he wiggled, burrowing his prickles into my fur until I was reminded that I hadn’t come while he’d been flying apart for me.

I can’t get over how much you like the way that feels.

Like the way everything about you feels.

He wiggled again and my belly clenched, my hands going to still him and run my paws over his prickles.

Let me make you feel good.

I already do.

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