[In answer to Konoha's desire to be claimed, to be filled, the dragon lurking in Nikolai's blood is eager to prove his strength. This bestial instinct rises as her scent swells around him. Not just inviting him to touch her, but demanding that he do so. In this way, although their bodies do not match, they fit each other like a key to a lock.
Nikolai grins into the kiss, lips breaking rhythm for just a beat, as she pushes her breasts into his attentive hands. Yes, he remembers their shape and weight, their give when he squeezes. When he brushes his thumbs over her nipples and teases circles around the tight buds, feels the warm beads of milk gathering on each, he remembers the sticky sweetness. The feeling of being so thoroughly taken care of in the bastion of her body.]
I'm not going anywhere, Konoha...
[An echo of words he'd said in the shade of those trees. As she draws away, he braces himself by leaning back on his hand. The other threads with her hair. With the heartbeat of a dragon pounding through him, he can't leave. This afternoon, Konoha is his to protect.
A slow groan unfolds from his throat as she strokes his shaft. Behind him, his wings rustle and his tail swipes across the blanket. Despite how...active he's been all week, his body is still so sensitive to every touch, as if it knows that it still needs more. Even now, he only grows harder in Konoha's hand.]
And this time nothing can interrupt us.
[Nikolai's hazel eyes glint mischievously, as if to tell her that even if her housemate comes by, he doesn't plan on stopping. That's his own playfulness emboldened by the draconic temperament that seizes him.
He can only laugh as she yanks open his shirt and several buttons go flying. There is something deeply appealing in her impatience... With his shirt now hanging open, she can see that his chest bears the same thin black scars as his hands. They look like cracks spreading out from an epicenter over his heart.
He doesn't have time to worry about how she might react to the disturbing appearance of his skin, because at once she's bending to kiss the head of his cock and...press her tits to his shaft, surrounding him with her soft warmth. The sight is a novel one. For a flash, somewhere in the dim of his thoughts, he realizes that Alina isn't exactly equipped to perform this act. In the next second, a pang of guilt that gets swallowed up in the heat of Konoha's mouth.]
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Nikolai grins into the kiss, lips breaking rhythm for just a beat, as she pushes her breasts into his attentive hands. Yes, he remembers their shape and weight, their give when he squeezes. When he brushes his thumbs over her nipples and teases circles around the tight buds, feels the warm beads of milk gathering on each, he remembers the sticky sweetness. The feeling of being so thoroughly taken care of in the bastion of her body.]
I'm not going anywhere, Konoha...
[An echo of words he'd said in the shade of those trees. As she draws away, he braces himself by leaning back on his hand. The other threads with her hair. With the heartbeat of a dragon pounding through him, he can't leave. This afternoon, Konoha is his to protect.
A slow groan unfolds from his throat as she strokes his shaft. Behind him, his wings rustle and his tail swipes across the blanket. Despite how...active he's been all week, his body is still so sensitive to every touch, as if it knows that it still needs more. Even now, he only grows harder in Konoha's hand.]
And this time nothing can interrupt us.
[Nikolai's hazel eyes glint mischievously, as if to tell her that even if her housemate comes by, he doesn't plan on stopping. That's his own playfulness emboldened by the draconic temperament that seizes him.
He can only laugh as she yanks open his shirt and several buttons go flying. There is something deeply appealing in her impatience... With his shirt now hanging open, she can see that his chest bears the same thin black scars as his hands. They look like cracks spreading out from an epicenter over his heart.
He doesn't have time to worry about how she might react to the disturbing appearance of his skin, because at once she's bending to kiss the head of his cock and...press her tits to his shaft, surrounding him with her soft warmth. The sight is a novel one. For a flash, somewhere in the dim of his thoughts, he realizes that Alina isn't exactly equipped to perform this act. In the next second, a pang of guilt that gets swallowed up in the heat of Konoha's mouth.]
Saints...