Bullkiller (Iâm on Patreon!)
âP-please,â they repeat, voice high and slightly hoarse. Their nails bite into her skin, but the naga stifles her soft gasp, the pain quite mild compared to the wound on her hip. The shark curls in close, kittenishly nuzzling the vellum plane of her skin, hands landing on her waist. âPlease, justâŚjustâŚ.â
The naga quirks a brow, her hand gliding to the back of their scalp and gripping the silvery strands, pulling their head back, forcing them to meet her searching, aureate eyes. âPlease what, love? Use your words.â
Thereâs a roundness to their eyes, a sparkling, tantalizing supplication that tugs at the corners of the nagaâs lips. âPleaseâŚâ Zambi whimpers. âI-I needâŚIâllâŚI wantâŚ.â
Their breaths come in shuddering puffs, eyes of stormy gray confronting sunshine gold, unable to look away.
Her other hand roams up to their neck, fingers trailing over a fluttering pulse. She notes the rosy tint that flushes their face up to those adorable eartips, and she grins, dipping in close, pressing their faces cheek-to-cheek, reeling with the feeling of having a warm, wanting body in her arms, bending and pliant to her will. She presses her lips to their ear, relishing the resulting shudder her whisper elicits: âYouâre shaking, little pup.â Then, with a teasing nip to their lobe, she asks, ââŚDo you want me to touch you? Would that put your mind at ease? Would that make you feel wanted?â
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Cover art by @slaycinder
Original story by @thetransversalartisanâ (Nikki Nightlock)
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