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He groaned, his claws digging into my ass. “Don’t make me even hornier, Anita.”

A sly grin revealed his sharp teeth as he looked down between our bodies to where my cunt was pressed tight against his rock-hard stomach.

“Feels like conceited assholes make you pretty horny.” His voice was raspier as he tightened his grip on my ass, making my pussy slide against the ridges of his abs.

I suppressed a groan, instead shooting him a weak glare. “That’s just the water from the shower.”

“Oh yeah?” His hand shifted on my backside until his middle finger skimmed over my opening, making my lips part. It trailed lightly back and forth before he sank just the fingertip inside. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

I returned his smirk with one of my own, reaching back to fumble with his cock, some of the barbs catching on the callused pads of my fingers. “Feels like being called a conceited asshole makes you pretty horny.”

A curt moan escaped him as his hips jerked, which made his foot slide a little on the slippery shower floor. He tightened his grip on me in reaction, lodging his finger even deeper.

Letting out an irritated huff, he dropped his forehead to mine. “Maybe we should wait until we get out of the shower. I don’t wanna drop you, and… you’re pretty small.”

I snorted in amusement as he carefully set me on my feet. “I’m not that small.”

“You are. You’re a human.” He turned to grab a fancy-looking bottle of shampoo and shot me a grin over his shoulder. “But I like it, so it’s all good. Makes me feel all big and powerful, actually.”

I could tell he was joking, so I just rolled my eyes and took the shampoo he passed me after squirting some into his own hands. While we both lathered up our hair, I could feel him watching me. As I rinsed out the shampoo and took the conditioner he handed me, I could still feel him watching me. After stepping out from under the water so he could rinse, I scrubbed my face and arched a brow at him questioningly.

His ears fluttered. “Sorry. I just…” With a rueful smile, he gestured down at his cock, which was still stiff and jutting out from his body. “You make my dick really hard.”

My mouth twitched into a smile. I still sometimes got self-conscious about my tiny breasts and almost-flat ass, but surprisingly I wasn’t feeling it at all as Nuni stared at me. Maybe it was because he couldn’t take his eyes off me as he fumbled to grab the bodywash from the recessed shelf. Maybe it was because of the aroused gleam in his eyes as he squirted some into his hands and stepped closer, spinning me until my back was to his front and the barbs on his hard cock were scraping over my spine, making me shiver.

Huge hands reached under my arms to cup my breasts, his soapy thumbs gliding over my nipples. Then he ducked down to kiss my neck, and my head fell back on his shoulder as I shivered again.

Long fingers spanned my waist as he trailed his hands lower. I found my legs shuffling apart instinctively as my belly tightened, heart beating faster. When he cupped my pussy, I couldn’t stop the audible hitch in my breath.

His middle finger skimmed over my clit as he dropped another slow kiss on my neck. “And I make you wet, right, Anita?”

I’d already said it to him once through text, and it was pretty obvious by this point regardless, but the admission got stuck in my throat as I clutched his ropy forearm. “M-maybe.”

He huffed in amusement and withdrew his hands. By the time I spun around on unsteady legs, he was running a soapy fist over his hard dick. My mouth went dry in an instant.

Snatching up the bodywash, I lathered my hands and stepped closer to cup his balls in a brazen move. His eyes flashed as he stared down at me. I smirked up at him and slid my hand farther back, over his smooth taint until my fingertips brushed his asshole. His breath caught, the gleam in his eyes becoming intrigued and a little apprehensive, so I withdrew my hand to reach around and feather my fingertips over the base of his tail.

A clipped groan escaped him as his hips twitched, which made his huge thigh bump into me and send my foot slipping back. Quickly grabbing my shoulders to steady me, he shot me a stern look that made my pussy clench.

“Your tail’s sensitive then,” I observed innocently, squirting more shower gel onto my hands to start lathering up my armpits.

His mouth tilted into a boyish, lopsided smile as he gave my chin a teasing pinch. His hand lingered there for a second, long, clawed fingers brushing my jaw, before he pulled back to start scrubbing down his body.

“So you’ve never been with a demiurgus before,” he said casually, but I could hear the hint of a question in his voice.

I shook my head. “No.”

I remembered him telling me—while I was splayed out on his desk—that he’d never been with a human before, so I didn’t bother asking him the same question.

He snorted, reaching for his face cleanser. “Could’ve fooled me with that blowjob at the bar.”

I gave him an easy smile and breezily said, “Just mapping out new terrain.”

He chuckled, but got busy scrubbing his face as he hesitantly asked, “So… the barbs don’t bother you?”

I paused, then shook my head even though he wasn’t looking at me. “No. Of course not.”

“Oh, okay.” He sounded a little vulnerable, which I hadn’t been expecting. “But it means there’s obviously, uh, some stuff we can’t do…”