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“Why don’t we start simple.” I removed my hand, settled back on the couch and smirked at him. “Take your towel off.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Nuni

E ven though Anita and I had fooled around several times now, this felt different.

This wasn’t spur of the moment. It wasn’t a quick, furtive encounter in an office or sauna or restroom. This was

intentional. She’d come here specifically to have sex with me. She was sitting on my couch in nothing but a towel, her skin warm and damp from the shower, and she looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen her.

It was making me kind of nervous.

In response to those nerves, I instinctively adopted a smirk and let bravado settle over me like a shield. “You know, I’m not all that good at taking orders.”

Her brow arched. “No? So you’re not going to take your towel off?”

I huffed. “Well obviously I’m going to take my towel off, but not because you told me to.”

I was already tugging on the fabric to pull it away from my hips, and my dick started filling up instantly, giving a gratified twitch at the lust swimming in Anita’s dark eyes. With a grin, I leaned over and kissed her, slipping my fingers through her wet hair to cup the back of her head as I urged her onto her back and stretched out on top of her.

My fingers found the edge of her towel and tugged. After pushing it out of the way, I let my palm slide down over a small breast to settle on her waist. God, her skin was so soft. The texture was different to a demiurgus’s, which made me all the more aware of my claws. And barbs.

I stayed on all fours so they weren’t digging into her, but our height difference meant that as I trailed my lips to her neck, the head of my cock prodded at her opening. My dick jerked eagerly as I shuddered, fighting the urge to press forward and sink deep—especially when Anita shivered and let her knees fall open wider, her arms wrapping loosely around my neck.

I could feel her hammering pulse as I kissed my way down her neck. Beneath the scent of my own bodywash and shampoo, I could smell her warm skin. My tongue darted over her neck in an open-mouthed kiss, before I continued lower to kiss her collarbone, then down her chest.

A hoarse groan left me as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Anita’s breath caught, her hips straining up to press her pussy briefly against my abs. At the feel of that wet heat, I slipped a hand between her legs and glided my middle finger over her. She was already slippery from our brief touches in the shower, so I trailed my finger lower and sank the tip inside her.

Another moan rumbled up my throat. I really wasn’t phallocentric or anything, but holy fuck I wanted to feel her clenching around my dick like that. She felt softer and silkier than a demiurgus inside. Way more fragile. There was no way my dick would be going anywhere near her—not unless Greid could offer some secret magical trick to it that caused a human no pain.

I could feel her clench around my tongue again though. Just as soon as I could bring myself to stop sucking her nipples and stroking her clit with my thumb as I sank my finger deeper. Anita’s hips were shifting restlessly against my hand, her breaths fast and shallow as she gripped my wet hair. I was usually pretty strict about getting smoothing serum and volumising spray into my hair and blow-drying it straight after a shower, but right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care about how flat and lifeless it would be when it dried.

Okay, I cared a little, but not enough to stop.

Finally abandoning her tits, I slid my finger free and gripped her thigh as I kissed my way down her toned stomach. I was already kind of obsessed with the little patch of hair on her pubic mound, coarse but silky at the same time, so I nuzzled it for an indulgent second before pressing a kiss to her clit.

Anita moaned, her knee jerking out wider, which caused her foot to slip off the couch and thump against the floor. After giving her clit a soft lick, I shifted onto my knees in front of the couch and urged her around to face me.

As she settled back, I smoothed my palms over her thighs and smirked up at her. “Nice and wide, Anita.”

Her eyes flared defiantly from the order, but after a second she let her knees fall open wide. Really wide. I gulped, staring down at her spread pussy. Shit, she was… flexible.

Lowering my head, I trailed my lips and tongue up one lean inner thigh. Slowly, until she was shivering and clutching my hair again. Smirking up at her, I gave her pussy a long lick before closing my lips around her clit to suck briefly.

Her lips parted with a sharp inhale, chin practically resting on her chest as she watched me. Closing my eyes so I could concentrate—I absolutely needed to make her come as hard as the last time I’d done this, if not harder—I licked her again and again with soft sweeps of my tongue, groaning at the taste of her. She was a touch sweeter than a demiurgus, which kind of made my chest ache a little. I didn’t even know why. Maybe it was just DOMS. Probably just DOMS, yeah. I’d gone pretty hard on my back and chest workout yesterday.

Despite my intentions to focus a hundred percent on the task at hand so I could make her come harder than anyone ever had, I found myself falling into a kind of stupor as I ate her pussy. It was just… very enjoyable. Really, really fucking enjoyable. I wasn’t gunning for the finish line, trying to get her off fast so I could come myself. I was savouring it, just in case she decided after this that she didn’t actually want a “discreet” thing with me. In case she decided it wasn’t worth the risk.

“G-god.” Anita’s breathless voice snapped me out of my daze. “Your tongue is… It’s…”

Pride made me want to grin. Anita had never felt a demiurgus tongue before mine. I’d kind of forgotten that it would be different to what she was used to, with its ridges and rippled centre. But when I flicked a glance up at her, only a hoarse groan escaped as I lavished her clit with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Her dark eyes were heavy with arousal, full lips parted as her chest heaved. I slid a hand up her tense stomach to stroke one stiff nipple with my thumb, wishing I could have my tongue in both places at once.

Anita’s breath hitched with a moan as I started sucking on her clit, lowering my other hand to stroke her opening with the tip of my middle finger. She moaned again when I sank my finger inside, twisting it to stroke over her front wall until I found—

“F-fuck.” Her fingers tightened in my hair, clit pulsing in my mouth.

A guttural groan left me as I started stroking her g-spot, briefly pulling my finger free to return with two. Anita’s breathing got faster until she was almost whining, before she began moaning with every plunge of my fingers.