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November Lewd!
🕑 Added 2021-12-06 03:28:36 +0000 UTCHsh'narat'nth ducked in her (relatively small) hood in against herself as she made her way amongst the throngs of warmcuddles about her. This entire outing, not to mention even setting her tail on this world went against every single one of her instincts; while she was very much what most termed a ‘cold-climate’ Jornissian, her natural adaptations only went so far. This entire colony was what she and her kind would generously term ‘suboptimal’ in terms of climate. ‘Suboptimal’, in this case, meant that it was cold enough outside to freeze off even Sotek’s nethers.
[Simo], on the other hand, was in his element. Her warmcuddle friend dodged and weaved with his species’ usual noodly-limbed nonsense-style gait amongst his fellow kind, and each of the small aliens in turn responded to his presence with back-slaps or other similar expressions of congeniality.
“<This is a bad idea,>” she said for what seemed like the ten millionth time.
“[Nah, it’ll be fine! You’ll do great! Trust me!]” [Simo] grinned over one narrow shoulder as he led Hsh'narat'nth ever deeper into this mysterious place. She snuck quick, darting glances at the warmcuddles about her as they labored over their mysterious objects. Their actions mostly concerned lubricating long strips of fiberglass and taking care of a very concerning kind of boot.
Finally [Simo] stopped in front of a (relative) giant of a warmcuddle who sported a huge red beard; to be fair, Hsh'narat'nth outweighed the bearded one by at least a factor of ten, but he was still substantial for one of his kind.
[Simo] spread his skinny arms in triumph. “[Behold, [Hephaestus]! I have brought you a challenge!]”
The larger, bearded warmcuddle gave his smaller counterpart an irritated glare, then as he settled eyes up on Hsh'narat'nth’s huge and looming form his dark eyes widened. Her own blood-red gaze held his as she nodded to him. She hoped she wasn’t too intimidating, and that she could at least make this particular warmcuddle see sense.
“<This fool seems to think that I can learn to ski,>” she said. “<May I remind the both of you once more of the most obvious problem?>” She gestured back along her sweater-clad and light-green body, which was speckled with tan highlights here and there to break up its pattern. It was a coloration which was quite effective for hiding and pouncing in grasslands, but unfortunately quite useless in the current outside environment of pale whites and blues. Most outside colors consisted of the former, of course, thanks to the constant snowfall in this benighted place.
Her clawed hand indicated the very obvious lack of any legs on her part. “<Look, [Simo], if you want to have your fun then go and have it. I’ll wait in the lodge and…>”
“[No.]” [Hephaestus’] dark eyes now took on a glint that Hsh'narat'nth knew all too well. It was a look which was a warning sign amongst those crews ‘lucky’ enough to have a warmcuddle in their midst. A look which said that things were about to get interesting.
The bearded man unreeled a long bit of string and snapped it between his hands with a grin. A grin which told her that he was going to be doing a lot of measurements in the near future. He let forth the phrase which was another indicator of future ‘warmcuddle-induced-excitement’.
“[I have a few ideas…]”
Simo hoped that Henna was having at least a little bit of fun. His giant Jornissian friend kept plucking at her nanotech-laced heating suit, one which clung to her filled-out and curvy-yet-muscular form. He tried to keep from ogling her too obviously. His alien crewmate was now one of his best friends, and he knew that she felt very affectionate towards him. In any sane world, that might have led to either of them making a move towards making their relationship physical as well.
But the problem on his part was that he felt so damn inadequate when comparing his skinny frame versus her filled-out and python-esque figure. There was no way he could pleasure her in that way. He needed to get that notion out of his head, now and forever.
Still, he couldn’t help but admire her muscular long body as she twisted her hood around to regard Hephaestus’ handiwork. The bottom of her figure-hugging suit now sported an array of ‘rails’ which could dig into the snow with the merest flex of her belly muscles. She looked back up at the very modest slope which stretched down in front of the pair.
“[I still think this isn’t going to work…]” she protested.
Simo Lindholm hadn’t been to his home in Finland for a very long time, but he still felt the need to justify himself before his ancestors. He’d be damned if his giant friend wasn’t going to have at least a little bit of fun in the snow. “Don’t worry, we’ll start out easy. Let me show you how to do a basic snowplow.”
Hsh'narat'nth’s jaw dropped as [Simo] began to glide in front of her. It was an easy, natural motion that suddenly turned the warmcuddle from what looked like a wobbling disaster waiting to happen into someone totally at ease in their snow-covered environment.
“[So to brake, you splay your skis out like this…]” His skis formed a wedge which slowed his momentum, bringing him to a neat stop in front of her. He grinned up into her amazed expression. “[What? I’ve never seen you at a loss for words.]”
“<It’s just…that’s amazing. I’ve never seen you move like that. How can you do that?>”
“[Lots of practice. Plus you could say it’s in my blood. My people kicked the crap out of the [Russians] in this kind of place.]” [Simo] gestured to the snow-covered landscape around them. “[Now, the way [Hephaestus] explained it is that the skis on your suit will dig in just like I showed you if you flex your belly muscles. Go ahead and try it.]” He watched down along her long body with what at first seemed like a clinical eye. But then she realized, he stared at her intently, that his face had an expression which was far more, well, ‘interested’.
The Jornissian felt self-conscious as her internal turmoil rose; [Simo] was a good friend, but surely he didn’t think of her in that way? Warmcuddles had a reputation for being extra, well, cuddly…and she had to admit, lately she’d had dreams of him wrapped in her coils while they explored each other’s bodies. But that was nothing but a silly fantasy. Even if he reciprocated her interest, she had too much fear of hurting the small alien by accident.
Thus she simply nodded and flexed as he’d instructed. She felt the friction as the skis on her belly dug into the soft and, to her notion, far too cold powder.
[Simo] nodded in satisfaction. “[Good. Now this is what we [warmcuddles] call a [bunny] slope, so you should be able to go down it straight. But we’ll be extra cautious since this is your first time and you’re a lot bigger than us. We’ll go down it in a, heh, serpentine fashion.]”
Her scarlet gaze became unamused. “<You just made that up.>”
He put a hand to his chest. “[Madame! I am wounded that you would make such a baseless accusation! Anyways, watch me first, you’ll get the idea.]”
[Simo] turned and again did another amazing, gliding maneuver diagonally down the slope. Then he turned and repeated the same glide the other way. He kept turning and gliding, getting himself ever closer to the bottom. Once he was at the bottom, he turned up to look at her. “[Get the notion?]” She could see the white of his grin even from this distance.
Hsh'narat'nth nodded her hood, and even though she wasn’t religious she sent up a silent prayer to Sotek-Who-Circles-The-World. She did her best to follow in the warmcuddle’s path; the long planks on his feet had left a clear trail and, just as claimed, when she flexed her abdominals the skis on her suit dug in to slow her speed. But then it turned to disaster when she tried to turn as he had, an attempt that left her tumbling in the hideously cold snow.
For one moment, she wanted to just scream epithets at the sky and call it a day, but her warmcuddle friend’s yell of encouragement drifted up to her.
“[You almost got it! Just slow down a little bit sooner before you turn!]”
She set her jaw and performed as instructed. It took a few more fumbling attempts, but soon she got the hang of turning. Hsh'narat'nth even managed to look graceful as she slid to a stop in front of [Simo]. She couldn’t help herself, in her joy she plucked the warmcuddle off of the ground and ignored his protesting squawk while she pressed her chest-fat-deposits against his face.
“<I did it!>” she yelled. “<I made it down!>”
[Simo] mumbled something against her chest, but she couldn’t make it out. She plucked him away from herself and gazed down into his eyes. They were a startling light blue…why had she never noticed that before?
“<Sorry?>”
He seemed undamaged, since his smile still hadn’t faded. “[You sure did make it down! Now, do you want to try that again or would you like something more…challenging?]”
The cheekiness of that grin made her pause. What would this little warmcuddle consider challenging? “<Er, we could try something a little harder, I suppose…>”
Her voice trailed off as [Simo] extricated himself from her embrace. He pointed with firm determination at the top of a nearby and, to her eyes, far too tall of a mountain. “[Let’s try that one. It’s a rope pull up to the top, so you’ll be able to get up to the top of the trail no problem.]”
“<Yeah, sure,>” she muttered. “<Up is not the problem. Down is the problem.>”
After a long day of what could be termed ‘adventure’, or what some less-charitable types might call ‘falling down mountainsides’, Hsh'narat'nth still had to admit that this had, overall, been a very nice vacation. They’d splurged on a separate cabin for the two of them, one that held just enough space for her, [Simo], and best of all a nice big wood-burning stove.
She’d shed her heating-suit and was back in her long woolen sweater. [Simo] curled himself up on her coils while they both stared into the stove’s flickering flames. Each of them held a proportionally-sized mug of their warming beverage of choice.
“<So what does [cocoa] taste like?>” she asked.
“[Try some for yourself.]” He held up his much-smaller mug to her snout. Hsh'narat'nth blopped her tongue out to scent the dark-brown liquid within.
“<Hmmm, intriguing. Is it safe?>”
“[Safer for you to drink than for me to try that [devil’s brew] that you’re drinking.]”
“<It’s called n’sntnah’an, I told you that already.>” She leant forward and took a few laps at the liquid inside his proffered mug. “<Very nice! Earthy, yet sweet. You sure you don’t want to try mine?>”
[Simo] brought his mug back to his chest and snuggled himself further into her. “[Nah, last I heard arsenic is hella poisonous to us [warmcuddles]. I’m good all the same, thanks.]”
“<As you wish.>” She hugged him into her chest, and felt a swell in her heart as the warmcuddle put his free arm around her own. “<Thanks…thanks for talking me into this. I had a good time.>”
“[Really? I’m glad to hear that.]”
The pair lay in a pleasant torpor as the fire before them crackled. Then Hsh'narat'nth roused out of her happy near-daze as she realized one of her hands felt very much warmer than the other. She looked down in a near-daze as she beheld [Simo’s] much-smaller digits intertwined with her own.
They were holding hands.
She couldn’t help but gasp, upon which [Simo] stirred and looked down as well. “[Huh,]” was all he said as he beheld their interlocked digits.
The Jornissian felt a bit of playful anger at his casual tone, and set her mug aside with a determined set to her hood. “<’Huh’, eh? Is that all you have to say for yourself? I should report you to the SR representative on board our ship for such lewd behavior. Or maybe I’ll go to the Captain himself to complain about your harassment.>”
His cheeky grin up at her in reply made Hsh'narat'nth’s heart swell even more. “[You can do either of those things, if you like,]” he said as he set his own mug down. “[Buuut…I can’t help but notice that…you aren’t exactly letting goof my hand, are you?]”
“<You little menace->” was all Hsh'narat'nth managed to get out before the warmcuddle lunged up and kissed her.
Her scarlet eyes glazed over as his tiny tongue probed at her thin, scaly lips. She parted them on instinct, allowing him into her for the first time. There was no denying the lust behind that probing kiss, and all she could think of was the need to get this little bastard tied up in her coils so she could give him a proper ravishing.
Her tongue pressed back against his and she invaded his mouth in turn, making [Simo] moan and mumble around the huge length of muscle now caressing his tongue and cheeks. He squirmed in her arms as, in her ardor, Hsh'narat'nth probed deeper his throat. The warmcuddle gasped as she unreeled her tongue out of his mouth, and she made sure to lock eyes with him while she gripped his ankles.
With a single move she flipped him over onto his back, hovering over his vulnerable form while one of her hands reached down to grasp at the hem of his sweatpants.
His near-panicked voice stopped her from tearing his clothes off. “[[Hsh'narat'nth], wait…]”
She plucked her hand away. “<Sorry! You…you’re okay with this, uh…this, right?>”
“[Oh hell yes I’m okay with it. I just, er…]” [Simo] trailed off and looked away.
Hsh'narat'nth gripped his chin with gentle fingers, bringing his eyes back to hers. Her red gaze searched deep into his. “<You’re…you’re embarrassed? Why?>”
“[It’s just that I’m not that, yanno, big. Big as a Jornissian, I mean. And I just have the one…]”
She traced a scaly finger across his lips while placing a gentle smooch on his forehead. “<Don’t you think I know that already, you silly little goof? And wasn’t I about to tear your clothes off anyway?>”
He placed a hand on the bit of sweater which stretched right over one of her chest-fat-deposits. “[Do you mind if I undress you first? And, er, pleasure you first?]”
“<I don’t mind at all. Let me see what you can do.>” Hsh'narat'nth lay back and stretched herself out beside her diminutive lover, raising her arms over her head in a wordless invitation for him to proceed.
Simo’s hands trembled ever-so-slightly as he gripped the lower hem of Henna’s sweater. In spite of the warm regard of her scarlet eyes, she was still a giant alien quite capable of crushing the life from him in an instant. With an almost reverent air he pulled upwards, looking greedily at each mottled scale revealed.
Henna’s voice sounded out in the small cabin. “[I like how you look at me.]”
Thus encouraged, he inched her sweater up higher and past where the pelvis would be on a human. Jornissians didn’t have ‘hips’ in the standard sense, but thanks to her cold-climate adaptations Henna had some fat deposits in the same area. It turned her from the usual lithe and predatory form of her species into what Simo considered an utter bombshell. He caressed one ‘hip’, earning a squirm from his huge friend. And then, as he continued, he saw an intricate set of scales surrounding her core, which formed an upside-down triangle of flesh.
“That looks like it needs some attention,” he said with relish.
Henna responded with “[Eh?], then cried out a much louder “[EH!]” as Simo dived in.
Her lower lips parted to his probing tongue, and he felt her huge lower body tremor as he explored her. Hsh'narat'nth’s juices began to seep from her folds, coating his greedy tongue with a coppery-tasting mixture. Simo found the taste intoxicating and probed even deeper, adding a finger to the mix. At the twin apexes of her vagina he found a fleshy bud, each as big as the tip of his index finger. Paying attention to those buds earned more cries and hisses from Essie.
“[Warm!]” she gasped. “[So…warm!]”
Thus encouraged, Simo probed another finger into her. As he entered deeper, he felt her muscles tense around his dual fingers. She might be much larger, but it was clear she had even better muscle control than any human. He continued pumping his digits into her while at the same time continuing to lavish attention which his tongue to what he hoped was her dual clitorises.
He gasped into her as her long lower tail slowly and sensuously coiled around him to hold him in place. Simo grinned up at Hanna. “So does Madame approve?”
Her much bigger hand settled against the back of his head and pressed him back into her snatch. “[Less talking, more licking.]”
Simo was only too happy to oblige.
Hsh'narat'nth went rigid as her small lover brought her to a climax unlike any she’d experienced. She had to call on all of her past warmcuddle-training expertise to avoid crushing him within her coils while that small but oh-so-warm tongue probed her most vulnerable spots. She gave out a hissing scream that must have been heard well beyond their cabin.
Finally, she flopped back against the carpet beneath them. [Simo], like the infuriating little snot he was, propped his chin on his forearms and grinned down at her dazed expression. She knew her tongue lay draped to one side and that she looked completely undone, but right now she didn’t give a shit.
“[I hope that madame is feeling quite better?....EEEP!]”
Her tail coiled around him as once more she flipped him onto his back. “<Madame is feeling quite good, thank you very much. Now it’s your turn. You little menace.>”
“[Just be careful-]” he said, right as she reached down and ripped his pants off. The resulting sound of rending fabric filled the little cabin, and she made sure to regard the scraps of ruined clothing in her hand before turning to regard [Simo] with a very direct and predatory look in her blood-red eyes.
“[Um…]” he squeaked, before she tossed the shredded pants aside and once more put a finger to his lips.
“<No words,>” she whispered in his ear. “<Just lie back and trusssst meee….>”
[Simo] twitched but otherwise didn’t speak as her slender tail-tip probed up between his now-naked legs. Hsh'narat'nth hummed happily as she used one of her more-sensitive body parts to explore his most-sensitive. As she stroked and slithered against him with her tail, she was gratified to feel him become erect.
Her tongue lashed out and stroked along one ear, earning another twitch and squeak from her captive. “<Nice cock,>” she whispered.
The compliment seemed to shake [Simo], and he turned to her. “[Um, thanks I guess…uuulmph…!]”
Hsh'narat'nth’s tongue invaded his mouth as she pinned him to the floor with the weight of her body. She was a Jornissian on a mission, and right now that mission was to make sure this warmcuddle knew just how much she wanted him. After a long, glorious moment of deep kissing she broke away and pulled her long tongue back out of him. She regarded his flushed, dazed face with satisfaction.
“<You’re in your element out there in the snow, my little alien friend. But in here?>” She leaned in, brushing her snout against his nose. “<You’re in myworld now, bucko.>”
[Simo] managed to catch his breath. “[Just be gentle…]”
“<Oh, you don’t need to worry about that.>” Quicker than an eyeblink, Hsh'narat'nth wriggled herself beneath [Simo] and clasped him again to her chest. “<I’m going to spoil you rotten. But first I want you to watch.>”
“[Watch whaaaaaaaaaa….]”
The Jornissian’s tail-tip wrapped around the now-erect warmcuddle member, stroking oh-so-carefully up and down as she licked at one of his ears.
“<I want you to watch me pleasure you.>”
Simo could only gasp as the glass-smooth scales of Henna’s tail-tip coiled around his cock. Her huge hand remained steady against the back of his head as she forced him to lean forward and watch. But in spite of that he felt warm and safe, he knew she only wanted to pleasure him.
“I did okay with pleasing you, right?” he gasped.
Her long, invasive tongue licked again while she purr-hissed into his ear. “[I feel far more than okay, my friend. I want you to juuuust lean back into me. I’m going to rock your world.]”
He could only comply, falling back into the fat deposits that graced her chest. He’d taken basic xenoanatomy courses and knew that they weren’t technically tits, but they still supported him as she closed her arms around him and purred in happiness.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Every stroke of her tail-tip made him shiver, which in turn caused her to clasp herself tighter around him.
“[Aw, is my little [human] nearing his limit? Have I found a weakness in my mighty little warrior?]”
“Warrior?” he gasped. That response earned him another upside-down and deep, invasive kiss which found her tongue probing the entirety of his mouth and then far back into his throat. His cheeks bulged as she explored him before she finally relented and pulled herself back out. He let out a wheeze as she gazed down at him triumphantly.
“[Yes, you are my brave little warrior. Mine.]” Henna leaned down as her unblinking scarlet eyes gazed into his and she crooned. “[Mine. Mine, mine, and mine only. You’ve been a brave little thing on this frozen hell-world, but now you’re going to just relax and let me pleasure you. Now cum for me. Do it.]”
She held his gaze as her tail-tip continued its slow, maddening stroking. “Henna, I…” he cried out, as he felt himself approaching his limit.
“[Shhhh, it’s all right. Just let yourself go…]”
He bucked up into the scaly coil of muscle around his cock and felt a welcome spurt of relief. She purred again and milked his member while he shook in his orgasm, her stroking ensuring that she would get every bit of his essence out of him.
She stroked his forehead and peppered his face with soft kisses while he sobbed with relief. “[That’s all right, dear. Just let it aaaall out…]”
What followed was a wonderfully long episode of cuddling her new lover to her chest, while he stroked her chest and praised her size. Then he started murmuring into her chest; the latter attention seemed odd at first, but then Hsh'narat'nth remembered that warmcuddles were mammals. Hence the attraction for what might be construed as mammary glands for his type. She figured that, since they’d each brought each other to orgasm, she might want to clear the air before they went any further.
“<You do know they’re not glands, right? They’re just fat.>”
[Simo] looked up at her in surprise. “[Of course, I’m not an idiot! Now hush and let me talk to my newest and bestest friends.]” He leaned back towards the fat deposit he’d just been talking to and gave it a reverential kiss. “[It’s okay, my sweets, she can’t understand our love for each other…]”
Hsh'narat'nth reached down and gripped the short black fur on the top of [Simo’s] head, and very carefully pulled him back up so that she could fully regard the cheeky grin on his face.
“<You are such a goofball, did you know that?>”
“[Guilty as charged.]” His smile didn’t falter, which made her heart swell.
“<So you know that means that I’m gonna give it to you even harder now, don’t you?>”
“[Why else would I taunt you so?]”
She rolled him onto his back, rubbing herself all along his small but oh-so-warm length. “<Cheeky little thing. I’m gonna fuck you into the ground now, so tell me before I start…do you have a problem with that?>”
[Simo] only shook his head in response, his foolish grin never leaving his face. She stroked up along him, then aligned herself carefully before settling back down. Both parties gasped as his member found its way into her depths.
He gritted his teeth as she hilted herself upon him. “[Is…is it okay?]”
For her part, Hsh'narat'nth couldn’t properly respond as her entire center seized tight around its new intruder. Yes, it was true that the warmcuddle was much smaller ‘down there’ than any of her species. But feeling such an amazing warmthinside her was so incredible, it seemed to spread throughout her and banish any residual cold from the day’s antics upon this benighted world. She leaned down and gave him another invasive kiss, one that she hoped would scour the notion of any mere human female from her friend’s mind.
“<Not just okay,>” she growled once she was done ravishing his mouth. “<I said you’re mine, and you’re still mine. You will never escape me, ever again.>”
In response he slid his arms as far as he could around her long neck. Hsh'narat'nth growled again as she began to ride him in earnest.
Simo felt the incredible power in Hanna’s long, muscular body as she slowly humped him into the floor. Her alien cunny squeezed around his length in time with her strokes, earning more gasps and cries from him. After a while she went ahead and shoved his head right in between her ‘tits’, muffling him with her soft scaly flesh while her clawed hand gently stroked his scalp. In spite of that gentle upper caress her lower body didn’t relent in its wriggling, serpentine motion as she relentlessly fucked him.
Then, just as he thought he was going to go into sensory overload, she began squeezing even harder against him during every time he hilted in her. He couldn’t process the sensation intellectually, all he could do was hang onto her neck like a drowning man clutching at a life preserver in the midst of a stormy ocean.
Her lustful hissing filled his ears as her tongue grazed one side of his face. Simo pulled himself back away from her ‘tits’ and looked up at Hanna’s red eyes gazing fondly down on him; a bit of drool ran from one side of her huge, gaping mouth and fell onto his flushed forehead. The saliva felt cool against his burning skin.
“[You…close?]” she gasped.
He didn’t trust his voice at this point, so he simply nodded.
“[Me…too…just hold out a little bit longer…]” Her hand clasped his own and she ducked down to give him another of those amazingly deep kisses that made him see stars. Then her whole body seized up around him and her cunny pulsed with the force of her orgasm. She let out a high-pitched moan into his mouth as he went over the edge in turn. His own plaintive, muffled cry sounded in counterpoint to hers as he spurted deep into her.
Then they fell silent, and Hanna’s huge tongue swirled lazily around inside his mouth while her inner muscles continued to milk out of him of the last dregs of his orgasm. Finally, once he was spent and lolling in her embrace, she broke the kiss and smooched his cheek. He tried to withdraw, but she coiled her body tight around him to keep him inside.
“[Nope. Not letting you go,]” she murmured.
Simo chuckled and kissed the side of her long neck. “Suit yourself, babe. But I will need some more cocoa eventually.”
“[And I’ll let you get some more…eventually. But only after I’ve gotten my fill of your essence.]”
He felt a little prickle of dread. Just what kind of specter of monstrous lust had he unleashed? Outwardly he cleared his throat and tried to sound casual. “Ah. Soooo…you’re interested in a round three?”
“[And then some.]” She raised herself up and grinned down at him. “[But after…five or so rounds more, I guess I’ll be merciful and let you rest and recuperate. Don’t worry, Jornissians aren’t like you [humans]. We do have to take a break oncein a while.]”
Simo managed to get his breath back and then regarded their hands, which now still gripped each other tightly. “I’ll need a little bit of time to recharge, babe. Will you settle for this in the meantime?” He clenched her longer, larger fingers with his own as he smiled up into her face.
“[I suppose I must,]” she responded, then grinned in triumph as he gasped. Her coiled body squeezed him just as tightly as he clasped her hand. As she brushed her scaly, thin lips against his mouth Simo prepared for another deep tongue-invasion of his throat which he knew would leave him gasping for breath. But instead, he felt the merest brush of her cool forked tongue-tip against his lips, and he reciprocated with a tentative licking and kissing of his own.
He opened his eyes and stared deep into her warm, scarlet eyes. Her diamond-shaped irises expanded as he gazed longingly into her face. “So now you’re being all gentle and romantic? That’s unfair, Hanna.”
Her fingers tightened upon his. “[So is being able to ski in this wintery [bullshit] all around us, you warm and, might I add, infuriating little snot.]”
He smiled and returned a gentle smooch upon her thin lips. “Fair enough. I suppose I earned that.”
“[Earned it? Oh yes, you certainly did…]”
Simo groaned as she relentlessly massaged his captive body. Then he gasped anew as she brought her scaly snout against his nose, her eyes boring into his as she stroked her clawed fingers against the back of his scalp.
“[You’re okay, right? I mean, please tell me I’m not hurting you or anythulllmplh…]”
The human’s responding and very invasive kiss made her melt against him. She barely managed to avoid sobbing in relief, and during all the resulting rounds of ravishing [Simo] never let go of her hand.
