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After our shower, he found a spare head for his wildly expensive, high-tech electric toothbrush imported from Japan. He told me to use whatever skincare products of his that I wanted, which made me realise just how many skincare products Nuni owned. I owned three: eye cream, moisturiser and sunscreen. He had toners, serums, sheet masks, face oils, day and night creams, overnight masks, chemical exfoliators… I was a little intimidated, but I managed to find a pot of moisturiser that looked like it had only cost tens of dollars and not hundreds, dabbed a tiny bit on my face, and warily backed away from the overflowing cupboard.

I mean, he did have incredible skin, so maybe he could give me some tips.

He gave me one of his T-shirts to sleep in, and I was treated to the sight of Nuni in his bougie silky robe as he padded to the kitchen to get us some water before bed. His hair was up in a loose bun to stop it tangling, the midnight skin on his face was gleaming from his nighttime skincare routine, and his yellow eyes were heavy-lidded and drowsy. A rush of affection made me want to hug him.

And then I was able to. Nuni gave me my water, climbed into bed, and turned off the lamps before shuffling as close as possible to wrap his long limbs around me. Once we’d both settled and gotten comfortable—with me on my back, my arm around his neck as he rested his head on the front of my shoulder and caged me in with his long legs and an arm draped over my front—Nuni let out a big sigh and went lax.

It was all far too lovely. Too comforting and safe and somehow familiar, as if we’d done this a million times already. As if it was already completely natural to us. Our routine.

And I found myself wishing desperately for that to be true.

When a strand of hair tickling my cheek woke me up, the room was warm and looked bright with early morning sunlight beyond my closed lids. Without opening my eyes, I brushed the hair away, but a second later it was back, feeling like it was somehow fluttering even though there was no breeze.

Opening my eyes with a frown, I turned my head and realised what I was feeling—Nuni had squashed himself against me in the night, and now he was sprawled on his back taking up eighty percent of the bed, his head tipped into the crook of my shoulder and the frondy tip of his ear twitching frantically in his sleep.

My mouth curved up into a smile. I was guessing that was a standard demiurgus dreaming thing, and it was kind of cute.

I managed to creep out of bed without disturbing him, and went into the ensuite to pee and splash some water on my face. Nuni was just waking up when I left the bathroom, all his back teeth on display in a huge yawn as he sat up and stretched.

“Morning.” His voice was croaky from sleep, deeper and rougher than normal, and it sent a little ripple of arousal down my spine as I climbed back onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well.” I sat back and patted the mattress. “Your bed is very comfortable.”

He grinned at me, leaning in for another kiss. “I know.”

Then he kissed me again, one big hand rising to thread through my hair and cup the back of my head. He urged me onto my back, following me down to slot his hips between my thighs. The baggy oversized T-shirt I was wearing rode up, and Nuni’s warm, firm stomach pressed against my cunt, waking my clit up and making it pulse.

His tongue dipped into my mouth, gliding against mine, before he broke the kiss to make his way down my neck. Big hands slipping beneath the baggy T-shirt to slide up my sides, he swiped his thumbs over my nipples while making his way even lower until he was kissing his way down my pubic mound.

My breath caught when I felt the slow, slick warmth of his tongue gliding over my pussy. Nuni moaned low, hands covering my breasts before sliding back down to grip my thighs and keep them spread wide as gave my clit a wet, sucking kiss.

“F-fuck.” My hips jerked as I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair.

Licking my lips, I lifted my head off the pillow to peer down at him past my heaving chest. “Did… Did you speak to your brother about…?”

Nuni froze, then he lifted his head and licked his lips, staring up at me. “Oh shit. I got some stuff.”

“What do you mean?” I blinked in surprise as he clambered off the bed in a sudden rush, and watched him stride across the room to grab a plain black plastic bag on the dresser.

“Greid told me about this range of sex toys that are designed for interspecies sex.” Nuni sat back down on the bed cross-legged, the bag in front of him. “There’s hardly anything, but I went to the shop in Upper Birch on Friday to get one of everything in the range.”

I snorted with amusement. “One of everything?”

“I mean, yeah.” He flashed me a wicked grin. “Seemed practical.”

“True,” I agreed, watching with anticipation as he upended the bag and several discreetly branded boxes fell onto the bed. We both immediately picked one up.

“Human dildo,” I read, then grabbed a similar shaped box that was almost twice as long. “And a demiurgus dildo.”

“This is a pack of…” Nuni squinted at the box. “Silicone claw topper things that cover any sharp edges. I mean, I’ve already maimed my beautiful claws, so it’s a little late for that.”

“Ooh, a silicone glove.” I peered down at the box I’d just picked up. “It’s thick enough to stop barbs penetrating it.” Looking up, I grinned at Nuni. “Want a handjob?”

“Dude. As if I’m going to say no?” Nuni grabbed another box and went still as he looked at the front. “Oh shit. This is like a sleeve thing.”

“Like a cock sleeve? I could jerk you off with that instead of the glove, if you want.”

“No, I mean…” Nuni’s yellow eyes darted to me. “It says it stops penile barbs from emerging and makes human penetration safe.”