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“As am I, Vye-let.”

The contact stuns me, but more than that, the feelings of guilt and mild disgust that come with it are the most surprising of all. It is not the first time a female has touched me, but looking at Vye-let’s long, tanned fingers makes me realize there is only one female’s hands I want on my skin.

Nalba’s.

“I must leave now,” I mutter, gently extracting Vye-let’s hand from my arm. Before I know it, I am running toward Nalba’s shop at full speed. It does not take me long to reach my destination, and when I do, I find it empty.

That is, until a low, breathy moan catches my ear from the back of the room, behind the tall shelving unit. I step lightly around the center shop tables, carefully avoiding the stools that almost block my path. Then I see her.

Nalba’s back is pressed against the lowest shelf, and through the narrow opening between the shelf and the box beneath it, I can tell that her chest is heaving with her toes flexed in front of her as she sits on the ground.

“More, Waldric. More!” she cries out, causing me to stop in my tracks. It is me she sees when she touches herself.Me.

There is no greater gift than hearing my name on her lips. I am the most fortunate male who lives.

I step around the unit, and the sight before me stops my heart. Nalba is seated on the floor, her bare legs spread wide. One hand is above her head, gripping the edge of the shelf so hard that her claws dig into it. The other thrusts a long, golden item––cylindrical in shape, wide in girth––deep into her cunt as her fangs sink into her bottom lip.

Lowering myself to a crouched position, I move in front of her, between her feet, and call out to her. “Nalba, I am here.”

Her eyes fly open and her hand stills.

CHAPTER 20

NALBA

Waldric’s orange eyes dart between mine as he edges closer to me. I widen my legs, making space for his big body. I am not embarrassed to pleasure myself in front of another. I have done it many times with previous pleasure mates, as toys are used between partners as a welcome addition, a third member in the encounter to ensure everyone’s satisfaction. The mortification that pumps through my blood is due to Waldric seeing me on the edge of an orgasm with the help of a handmade noogatohromodeled after his cock. Can he tell I used him as inspiration for the design?

Oh, and he probably heard me say his name a moment ago when I was picturing him sucking on my nipples as he fucked me on the floor.

This is not what I was expecting when I checked the status of the noogatohro mold and discovered it was ready for use. I was alone. I was distressed by Lahkzo’s visit and his description of Old Nalba. I needed a distraction.

“Do not stop,” Waldric commands, his voice a husky rasp. His hands flex at his sides as if he is using every scrap of willpower inside his body to keep from touching me.

The last thing I want is for him to hold back.

Pulling the vibrating noogatohrofrom my core, I hold it out to him. His eyes widen, and there’s a question there. He wants my consent. I nod, giving it to him. He wraps his lips around the noogatohro, sucking my juices off it. It is an obscene sight, seeing him suck on a cock-shaped item that is an exact replica of his, but it makes my core clench so tightly, I shall never forget it.

“Let me,” he growls, moving closer until his knees brush against my inner thighs. Then he takes the noogatohro in his hand and strokes the tip through my folds, getting it wet again. The moment the toy registers my come, it vibrates, sending a jolt through my cunt and up my spine.

I moan, wrapping my legs around Waldric’s hips, pulling him closer.

He takes the noogatohro and rests it against my opening, teasing me. Slowly––so slowly I could kill him––he enters me, sinking the toy deeper inside my body. I reach my other hand up so that both are bracing against the shelf, and I roll my hips to meet his thrusts with the noogatohro.

“That is it, pretty one,” he encourages me, using the claw on the end of his pointer finger to slice the front of my tunic in half. He does it so lightly, I do not even feel it. He parts the torn halves of my shirt, and groans once my breasts are exposed. “I must taste you, Nalba. I cannot wait any longer.”

Dipping his head, he licks my nipple until it pebbles against his tongue. “Your skin is a flavor too lovely to compare. It is you . . . and I shall never get enough.” He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention as he continues fucking me with the toy.I feel the suction heads emerge inside my cunt, and I pinch my eyes shut as they begin to ripple against my k'billita. “Yes,” I hiss, accidentally knocking a metal box off the shelf behind me with my clenched fist.

“Nalba,” Waldric whispers as he continues flicking his wicked tongue against my breast. “My Nalba.”

“Yours,” I grit, every muscle inside my body starts to tighten. I am reaching the edge, leaning over the steep drop.

It is when Waldric’s mouth moves slightly to the left and his fangs sink into the underside of my breast that I am thrown over. A primal bellow rips from my throat. My back arches and my feet kick up in the air as wave after wave hits me. I ride it out as my vision blurs. I feel Waldric wrap his strong arm around my back, holding me in place.

I am spent. My body is so drained of energy that I can do nothing but sink toward the floor, letting my languid limbs spread around me. Waldric is not satisfied with this, though, because quickly I am being hauled into his arms and he is carrying me up the steps toward my bedroom.

The brief trek outdoors between levels sends a shiver down my back, and bumps appear on every speck of my skin. The cold season is most certainly here. “I will keep you warm, pretty one,” he whispers into my ear––not just for tonight, I hear in the subtext of his vow,but for the rest of time.

I find I am eager to experience his warmth in my bed on a regular basis.

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