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“Tiny,” she said again, stroking the Ya’greer’s long, shaggy head bravely. “Tiny is safe.”
“Yes, Tiny is safe—though I think he’s just about dying to give you kisses,” Bard remarked, smiling. “All right, boy, you can lick her—but just a little,” he warned.
Tiny put out a long, sky-blue tongue and lifted his head to lap carefully at the girl’s hand and fingers. Bard was a little worried about what her reaction would be, and at first she looked surprised. But then her face lit up with a smile—the first one he’d seen from her—and she sat up a little and reached out to pet Tiny some more.
“Tiny is good!” she said, smiling even wider at him—an expression that lit up her face and turned her from pretty to Goddess-damned gorgeous, Bard thought. “Tiny is good!”
“Yes, well I think Tiny thinks you’re pretty good too, baby girl,” Bard said dryly.
By this time, Tiny was lapping her hand enthusiastically and his long, plumed tale was thumping the floor with eagerness. Makenna laughed delightedly, and sat up completely in Bard’s lap, as she stroked the Ya’greer’s shaggy head.
“Good!” she said. “Good Tiny!”
Bard found his own mouth curving into a smile too—it was clearly a case of love at first sight and how fucking adorable was that? The girl was so petite and the Ya’greer was so big that if they were both standing, Tiny’s head would be well above her own. Yet she stroked him without fear and the big animal was looking at her with rapt adoration.
There was another reason to be happy this first meeting had turned out well, he reflected. He trusted Tiny’s instincts implicitly. The big Ya’greer always knew if someone was up to no good and he wasn’t shy about letting Bard know it. Seeing how quickly he trusted Makenna let Bard know that the girl was a good person—not that he’d thought otherwise, he told himself quickly. But still, it was nice to have his own first impression of her confirmed by his pet.
But as nice as the meeting between Makenna and Tiny was, there was one little problem. Sitting up completely had caused her ragged gray gown to gape open and she didn’t seem to have noticed it. This put her ripe, full breasts, capped with berry-dark nipples, and the curls at the apex of her sex on display.
Once Bard noticed, he looked quickly away, trying to focus on her small, brown hand stroking Tiny’s big blue head instead, but it seemed that the image was burned into his brain. Gods, he’d even seen the start of her pussy slit beneath those soft curls, he couldn’t help thinking. And her nipples were so big and ripe…
Uncomfortably, he felt his shaft begin to harden.
Damnit, not now! he told himself. Stop it! Don’t think of it! Don’t remember how she looks!
But he couldn’t forget it—her ripe, full breasts swaying as she laughed and stroked Tiny’s head or the way her pussy was pressed against his lap so that they were nearly crotch-to-crotch. Slowly, he felt himself swelling as his traitorous shaft rose to the occasion.
He was desperately afraid that Makenna would feel it too. The way they were sitting, his shaft was directly under her bare pussy. If he got all the way hard, he would nearly be parting her plump outer lips with the ridge of his cock.
Also, it didn’t help the way she was bouncing in his lap. She and Tiny had made a kind of game—she was scratching his head and laughing as she snatched her hand away before he could lick her with his long, blue tongue. Then she would reach out and scratch him someplace else—behind one pointed ear or at the corner of his jaw—before pulling away from his seeking tongue again.
Tiny was enjoying it too—he was letting out little whuffs of excitement and his glowing yellow-green eyes were dancing—which was pretty much as close as a Ya’greer could come to laughter.
But for Bard, it was no laughing matter. The friction of Makenna’s soft, curvy, naked body against his own was causing him to react in a way that was completely and entirely unacceptable.
Have to get her off my lap before she notices the fucking state I’m in, he told himself. But every other time he’d tried to put her down, she’d “freaked out” as the humans said. It seemed she associated being close to him with safety and she didn’t want to let him go. But if he didn’t move her soon—
At that moment, Makenna noticed.
She stopped playing with Tiny and looked down to where she was straddling Bard. Her eyes widened as she saw the large bulge in his black leather flight trousers—a bulge which was currently spreading her ripe outer pussy lips open to rub against her inner folds. Folds which were the same color as her lips, Bard saw miserably—the color of ripe tinga berries. Gods, he could feel her heat radiating against his cock and the warm, feminine scent of her sex was driving him nearly crazy.
