We approach a low, dense field of pastel wildflowers on top of a cliff, and as we get closer, I see Andromeda lazing there. Sylvus waves from his perch near the opening of a webbed tunnel that leads down into a cave.
The petals sway in the wind as Razul lands. Once his wings still, he lowers me gently to the flowers next to Andromeda.
I sink to my knees out of habit, then suddenly realize I should probably be mustering my more human capacities. I think I’ve forgotten how.
Andromeda doesn’t rise; she saunters over on all fours, rubbing her cheek against mine, and my nerves fade. I don’t need to remember anything at all.
She bumps her shoulder into mine affectionately, then leads me over to where she was lying before.
Andromeda plops down, and I follow suit, noticing a slice of fruit next to my nose. I pick it up from the flower petals with my mouth, smiling as the flavor pleases me.
Andromeda pushes her nose along the ground, turning up several more pieces. I follow her example, finding more hidden treasures. Most of the fruit and nuts are unfamiliar, but I like almost every piece. The ones I don’t like aren’t bad enough to spit out, which is saying a lot, and when I see them again, I nudge them toward Andromeda.
Razul and Sylvus chat above us, and their voices melt into a deep, soothing rhythm.
The sun is gentler here, and Andromeda and I laze in its warm beams, cooled by a temperate breeze.
As I lie on my back, Andromeda lies alongside me, combing my hair with her fingers. I hum happily as she braids it, then I return the favor, picking leaves and twigs out of her curls and massaging her scalp.
Andromeda admires my new bell, tapping it and cooing at the sound. Her spherical bell is shiny silver, and her collar is undyed silk. It suits her.
We end up napping tangled in each other, quiet and content.
I thought we’d end up talking more. Or at all. And maybe we will, eventually. But my needs are simpler now—or maybe they were always simple, and we were all just too distracted by chatter to realize that.
Andromeda’s plush arms around me provide comfort from my own kind without the worry of blurting something awkward or misreading a cue.
We laze and graze in the gentle sun until our tits are heavy and full again.
Curious, I sink my hands into Andromeda’s breast, squeezing gently, mesmerized by the elastic texture under my palm.
Andromeda bites her lip and moans needily.
Sylvus comes over and clicks his tongue, removing my hand from Andromeda’s breast as he scoops her up, gentle but jealous.
I watch with interest—then lose my capacity for curiosity as Razul hugs me from behind, massaging my heavy breasts and making me moan.
Andromeda and I lie back on the soft wildflowers, milked and fucked to our hearts’ content in the fresh forest breeze.
Spent and empty, we nap again, but there’s something I have to say to her. I lift my head, trying to muster my words, but my tongue stays thick and heavy in my mouth.
Thank you, I want to say.
Andromeda stirs, noting my furrowed brow. She reaches over and rubs the tension away, smiling sweetly at me.
Our gazes meet, and the spark in her green eyes says,you’re welcome.
I squeeze her hand, then roll over and climb onto Razul. He scoops his hands under my ass, helping me up.
I snuggle against his chest, stroking my hands through his hair.
I still want to tell him that I love him. I do my best with every nuzzle, every kiss. And he tells me the same with every gentle touch, every consideration.
But then something occurs to me—the thing that Ireallywant Razul to understand. And I know just what to do.
I sit up on Razul’s chest, then sneeze.
He raises a brow at me.
