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His lips parted, and I suddenly smelled him, smelled his rising musk and he smelled good. Did it turn him on to think about fighting someone for me?
It maybe turned me on.
Terrified me, though, but also…
Oh, stars, here I was, waffling back and forth again on this.Whywas it so confusing?
He turned away, with effort. “Go to sleep,” he said in a raw voice.
I lay back down. My heart was pounding. My body felt taut, like the strap of a bow pulled back. My nipples tingled. My pussy pulsed.
Moments passed.
I spoke again, my voice breathy and affected. “Is your, um, did it descend yet?”
“Shei…” His voice was a warning.
“If it’s just your… just your pleasure cock…?”
“Lose me in deep space, Cypra, Ipromisedyou—”
“Do you want to?” I whispered. I sat up again.
He was crouched just a few feet away, gazing at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted in his entire life, like I was hisworld.
I reached for him. “I’m sorry if I’m being so hot and cold. I don’t mean to confuse you like that. I’m confused too. I don’t know what this is.”
He groaned. “The more that I get your scent, you know, the more…”
“The more what?”
“I mean, I think it’ll make me… I don’t really know.” He reached out and took my hand, the one I was reaching out to him. He tugged on me.
I scrambled up and went to him.
He settled on the ground, crossing his furry hooved legs, and he pulled me into his lap. He touched my face. “This is wrong,” he whispered, his voice a caress. “You just said you were confused.”
I leaned into his touch, shutting my eyes. “I am confused, but I don’t think it’s wrong.”
He kissed me.
I moaned against his tongue, wrapping my arms around his neck, turning to press into him.
He dragged his hands over my back, over my waist—sending shivers all through me—and then up to my shoulders. One of his fingers found the place where his teeth had marked me, and he traced his forefinger over the bruised skin as his tongue danced gently with mine.
I moved my leg, straddling him, pressing my crotch against his crotch, my chest against his.
He grunted, breaking our kiss.
I touched his antlers, running my fingers over them.
He shuddered.
“Are they sensitive?” I was delighted.
“No,” he said thickly.
I giggled, gently running my fingertips over them.
