[As delicious as the food she prepared is, Nikolai has all but forgotten it. The hunger now opening wide inside him is not the kind that can be sated with food. He notices Konoha's gaze falling into his lap and he grins crookedly. His previous mortification fades under the heat of his desire, now that they've reached an accord.]
You can look all you want. [He kisses the inside of her wrist now, eyes fluttering shut a moment.] And touch all you want too.
[He's here for her. To help her, to protect her. And dragons are greedy things, of course, so his imagination gobbles up her offer to take care of him in return. He remembers all too well where they left off that time underneath the trees...
Nikolai rises from his chair to close the distance between them. With Konoha seated on the floor, their heights are more evenly matched. Sliding his arms around her waist, he slots his chin with her shoulder — an echo of how he'd held her as he sat astride her back. He must lean in at an angle to accommodate her body — he can't stand directly behind her like he might with a human woman — but that hardly matters. Her body is warm against his. As his cock presses into her equine shoulder, hot and hard and aching, he sighs low in relief.
A press of his lips against her neck. A caress of his palm underneath the curve of her breast.]
Shall we go to the bed...?
[He leaves other possibilities open. She is the expert in what she needs, and whatever she demands, he will follow.]
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You can look all you want. [He kisses the inside of her wrist now, eyes fluttering shut a moment.] And touch all you want too.
[He's here for her. To help her, to protect her. And dragons are greedy things, of course, so his imagination gobbles up her offer to take care of him in return. He remembers all too well where they left off that time underneath the trees...
Nikolai rises from his chair to close the distance between them. With Konoha seated on the floor, their heights are more evenly matched. Sliding his arms around her waist, he slots his chin with her shoulder — an echo of how he'd held her as he sat astride her back. He must lean in at an angle to accommodate her body — he can't stand directly behind her like he might with a human woman — but that hardly matters. Her body is warm against his. As his cock presses into her equine shoulder, hot and hard and aching, he sighs low in relief.
A press of his lips against her neck. A caress of his palm underneath the curve of her breast.]
Shall we go to the bed...?
[He leaves other possibilities open. She is the expert in what she needs, and whatever she demands, he will follow.]