He looked in the beast’s direction. Kookee had its head down, gobbling grass without a care in the world.
“I can take it home,” Farr’vye offered. “But you must come with me. I will not leave you by yourself, not even for a single moment.”
I despised the thought of Farr’vye abandoning me alone and defenseless in the wilderness. But the alternative was to go with him, in my dirty, crumbling suit…
“You may wait in your hut while I return Kookee. I will not allow anyone to see your face,” Farr’vye promised.
His words flowed over me like a comforting blanket. Would he really do all that for me?
If the promise came from anybody else, I would disregard it as empty. But Farr’vye was as intense as he was honest. I knew he meant it.
“Or you may remain in my arms.”
I blinked in shock. “Huh?”
“Only your face is exposed. You could simply hide your face in my chest.”
My temperature skyrocketed. Wasn’t that dangerously close to cuddling? In public? In front of the entire village?
I swallowed. The idea should’ve terrified me. Instead, heat stirred below my belly.
I’m a freak! A serious, honest-to-science freak!
“And then what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can’t just get cradled by you all day.”
“I am certain Linn’ar will gift you a spare covering for your body,” Farr’vye pointed out. “Perhaps one with a hood.”
His idea struck me like lightning, and then I felt like a total idiot. I’d been so busy stressing—and getting horny—that I’d completely forgotten about Linn’ar’s knitted clothes.
“Farr’vye, you’re a genius,” I blurted.
His feelers pulsed with color again, brighter this time. “No need to compliment me. I would do anything for you.”
The breath escaped my lungs. How could he say beautiful things like that so effortlessly? Like he really meant them?
Now it wasn’t only my dick that twitched in his presence. My heart was starting to get on board, too.
8 /Farr’vye
The short journeyhome was simple enough. I kneeled and closed my eyes while Assistant 23 crawled into my waiting arms. When he’d turned his head and hidden his face against my chest, I rose and headed back to the village with Kookee meandering behind us.
But there was a problem.
I overlooked the fact that, with the gaping hole in Assistant 23’s face shield, I felt each of his warm breaths against my scales.
Desire was an understatement. I wanted to pin the tiny human to the ground and ravish him until his beautiful voice grew hoarse from screaming in pleasure.
I controlled myself. Barely. Each exhaled caress became a battle to keep my cock contained. On the outside, I managed to keep up appearances. The scales between my thighs were smooth and chaste. But inside, my arousal was close to bursting. My cock was a trapped beast raging against its confines.
“Um, Icanwalk,” Assistant 23 mewled after a while. “If I’m too heavy, I mean. I don’t want to be a burden.”
I chuckled. His silly comment was a good distraction from my lust.
“You are a weak little human,” I said fondly. “My feeler mane weighs more than you.”
“Rub it in, why don’t you,” he muttered, annoyed but lighthearted.
“I enjoy your small size. You are easier to protect, and I like holding you this way.”
