[To go from being touch starved to spoiled for choice so quickly was just...exhilarating; it set her heart racing and made these clothes feel stifling, even though the lamia drank in all the heat she could. The brush of satin-soft fur against newly bared skin, the dexterous trace of his hands--it was the bite that got her first, coaxing out a low, pleased sigh.
But she didn't completely melt away.]
Here.
[She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her folds--gently, mindful of his claws, but no less assertively.]
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But she didn't completely melt away.]
Here.
[She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her folds--gently, mindful of his claws, but no less assertively.]