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“The death of a single person is no less painful, especially when it’s someone you care about.”
Her eyes were suspiciously bright, but she managed a shaky smile.
“I suppose we’d better get dressed before we catch those colds you’re so worried about.”
Since the stove was now emitting a steady stream of warmth he was no longer as concerned but he didn’t argue. Perhaps if she covered that delectable body he would find it easier to control himself. Unfortunately, it did not. She donned a fuzzy robe in a pale shade of blue that just begged for his hand to stroke the soft fabric and the even softer skin beneath. Even though the robe covered most of her body, it made the visible parts even more tempting - the soft curve of her neck, the delicate line of her collarbone, even the brief flash of a pale, slender calf.
Her calf? By the gods, he was losing his mind.
She gave him an inquisitive look as he struggled to keep his codix restrained.
“Is everything okay?”
“Perfectly fine,” he said between gritted teeth, ignoring the sharp sting of his scales rubbing against the edges of his slit.
“It doesn’t seem like it to me,” she said, stepping closer to him. “Does this hurt?”
A tentative fingertip brushed against the exposed edge of his slit above the soft sleep pants he’d put on.
“Lottie,” he said warningly.
“Am I hurting you?”
She pushed his waistband down far enough for her hand to rest lightly over his slit, heat sinking into him as his scales parted even further, eager for more of her touch.
“Frek. What are you doing?”
“I just want to help.”
“It’s not necessary. This will pass.”
“Will it? Does it always hurt so much when it happens?”
No, but how could he tell her that it was his attempt at restraint that was causing him pain?
“It has never happened quite like this.”
“What if I…”
He sucked in a breath as she stroked up and down the opening of his slit and it parted even further. His codix expanded to full size, the thick base of the ring beginning to swell as his seed sac filled. Her eyes widened as she looked down and she tentatively stroked a fingertip against the tip of his codix. It was like an electric current straight to his core and he shuddered as the thick length finally sprang free.
“So big. So different,” she whispered, but she didn’t sound frightened. “And a ring? How does that work?”
Her long, graceful fingers had found the swollen base and were exploring the thin tendrils that had emerged.
“Stop,” he said raggedly.
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Too good.”
“You made me feel good yesterday. Can’t I return the favor? Isn’t that what a wife would do?”
That shy, teasing smile, the hopeful look, her fingers gently caressing his swollen ring - after a week of almost constant frustration, it was too much. With a low growl, he swept her into his arms and dropped down on one of benches with her on his lap facing him, his codix pulsing between them.
“Wrap your hand around me, Lottie. Tight. Gods, yes.”
He moaned as she obeyed, the feel of her fingers almost unbearably exquisite as they tightened around the base of his codix, gripping him tightly just above where his swollen ring throbbed. She hesitated for a moment when the long thin tendrils stretched towards her, but then she stroked her finger over the thicker tips and he shuddered.
