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She barely even noticed when Tsok released her legs, letting them fall back down. She winced from the strain of having them scrunched up to her chest for so long. She whimpered, not wanting to be let go.
But she needn’t have worried. When he sat up, he grabbed her arms, pulling her with him. Into his lap, then down. He lay on his back, her limp, shaking body spread across his chest. Still inside her. He’d managed it without his cock sliding free. She could feel it there, hard and unyielding, their combined fluidsstarting to leak around her entrance. But it didn’t try to slip free and back into his sheath. It was happy, warm and sated, inside her.
She let out a long breath, snuggling into his fur. He was so warm and soft. She was happy to never move again.
Until her stomach suddenly growled.
Tsok tensed. She broke out into laughter.
“What was…”
She lifted her head, smiling at him. At his confused expression.
“I’m hungry.”
“You growl when you’re hungry?” He said, baffled. “Yougrowl?”
She laughed harder. “That wasn’t a growl. It was my tummy rumbling. You neglected to feed me.”
He blinked, then groaned. Head dropping back. “Iama terrible mate.”
“You’re doing great,” she countered, kissing the side of his muzzle. “After sex snacks happen to be my favorite post-sex activity. Let me ask you then, honored char: Do we have to actually get up and get food, or is there something in your fancy mansion that will bring it to us so I don’t have to move?” To punctuate her question, she squeezed her pussy again.
He groaned, and she swore she felt his cock twitch inside her. He put a hand on her ass, pushing her down, like he was trying to somehow get deeper while she laughed.
As it turned out, therewasan automatic rolling cart that brought their food to them.
Chapter 26
Tsok
Tsok thought he understood the concept of romance just a little bit more.
The next couple days with his female were bliss. For no other reason than they were together. He woke with her snuggled into his chest, like a kit seeking the warmth of their mother. She buried her face into his chest, one of her hands clenching the fur. She was reluctant to wake up and he was reluctant to move her.
She would then give him good morning kisses – a plethora of them, scattered across his face with seemingly no logic or pattern except that she felt like she ‘missed a spot’. They would then separate so she could go to her salon, and he could get to work.
Tsok wasn’t sure how much actual work he got done though. It seemed like he was far too preoccupied with her to be of actual use to anyone. He had to give himself more than a few mental smacks to get back on task.
After the first night, rather than returning to the Glass Manor, he took the risk of going to meet her in her garden so they could return to Fellbud Manor instead. It felt like a gamble, to justpresume that he would be welcome in her space like that, but as she came from the salon, her face lit up with a bright smile and she eagerly grabbed onto his arm and directed him inside.
He included every moment in his journal. Every feeling. Every hope that was suddenly burning for their future together.
Do It For Her. That was what he would call the book when he finished and readied it for publishing. A phrase meant to keep his people apart, now bringing them together. If he could but share this happiness he found in his female with his people, he knew that would be the greatest gift he could give.
The only dark spot on their fun time together would have to be her evil cat.
The General was not shy about his dislike of him. The very first time he walked into her room – more fascinated by the changes she brought to the decor than anything – the little beast immediately went to hissing and spitting, back up, fur puffed up, growling at him like Tsok was a deadly threat that must be conquered.
And though he had to weigh less than Tsok’s head, the creature determined thathemust be the one to start that fight.
Misty chastised him, insisting that Tsok wasn’t going to hurt him. The cat would not hear of it and charged to attack.
Pure reflex had Tsok catching him by the scruff of the neck and holding him back. The General looked shocked, for just a moment, that his righteous paws of fury had been so easily stopped, then he began to twist and turn and scream, trying to scratch at him.
The urge to bite the cat, to push him down and assert his dominance, rose up. Tsok only stopped himself because he didn't think his female would appreciate him hurting her pet just to establish dominance – though it was clearly needed.
However, after blocking his attacks a couple times, The General decided that a tactical retreat was necessary, and he then ran to hide under one of the sofas. Tsok could still see his glowing, scheming little eyes watching him. Just waiting for a moment of weakness.
