164 Vol. 3 pt. 34 Patch 6.0: A Royal Meal (2/2)
”I will never complain about you.”
”Even if I become a deadbeat man who plays games on the couch all day, and if I get a giant stomach from alcohol and chips?”
”I have enough money that I could afford taking care of you in such a condition.”
”Don't tempt me or else I might actually consider that.”
Once they both finish giggling, Fenrir steps back and starts undressing himself. He pulls off his chainmail and vest to set them aside before getting to work on his pants. However, as soon as his fingers grab the fabric of his pants, Nell grabs him by his wrists and stops him.
”What's wrong?” he asks her.
”I – I am sorry, my hero, but I… I truthfully do not believe that I am ready for what you have in mind,” Nell explains. ”I am sorry for disappointing you.”
Fenrir answers her by kissing her first and then saying, ”Don't worry about it, Nell. We don't have to go all the way right now. It'll be even better for us both once you're really ready for it.”
”Are you not the one who was just telling me I do not need to be prepared?”
”I was just trying to be smooth. Of course being prepared is important.”
”Such a cruel man you are.”
”What have I done to be cruel this time?”
”Nothing, my hero. I just… do not know what else to say at the moment.”
Fenrir looks her over. Even if they're not going all the way, she still looks flustered and is rubbing her thighs together while her hands act as if she doesn't know what to do with them.
”How about… I help you with how you've been feeling so that you don't feel so pent up?” Fenrir offers.
”What do you mean?” Nell asks, her brows expressing her confusion.
”Dogs are good at licking, right?”
Nell tilts her head. As perverted as she may be, it takes her a moment to realize what he's implying. Her face burns bright once she does understand his message.
More importantly, she doesn't say no.
Fenrir runs his hands over the exposed skin of her torso, slowly working them lower and lower until he reaches the top of her skirt. Fortunately, with how much time he has spent looking at her tail, he knows that he has to unclasp the skirt behind her. The skirt has an opening in it for her tail which is held together by a clasp above her tail.
Her skirt falls free once he has untied and unclasped it.
This is the first time that he has seen this much of her legs. They are more slender than her real ones but are still incredibly attractive to him even if he does prefer her real legs for how thick and soft they look. Plus, these in-game legs of hers have spots of scales running up the outer sides of her thighs.
Nell's lower lips are every bit as delicate and beautiful looking as the rest of her body. He feels as if even just looking at them wrong is going to break them.
”Pl-please do not stare, my hero. This is even more embarrassing,” Nell whines, covering her face with her hands.
”Should I say something cheesy again to calm you down and potentially ruin the mood?” Fenrir asks.
”I think I would appreciate that. I am worried I will not stay conscious enough to enjoy this if I stay this way.”
”So, you're looking forward to enjoying it and don't want to miss out?”
”Of – of course! Do not make me admit such a thing.”
”Alright, alright. Just be warned that if this kills your mood, it's not my fault. It's all I can think of to calm you down.”
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Nell uncovers her eyes just in time to see Fenrir lying down on the ground.
”Come sit upon your throne, my princess,” Fenrir says, pointing at his face.
Nell is conflicted. She both wants to laugh at how horrendously cheesy and borderline-mood-killing that is, and she wants to pass out from excitement at the idea of getting pleasured by him.
”You are truly something else, my hero.”
”Hey, that's my line.”