166 Vol. 3 pt. 36 Patch 6.0: A Royal Meal (1/2)
Nell lies down on top of Fenrir, resting her head on his shoulder and happily looking up at him now that he has stopped trying to embarrass her.
”Thank you, my hero,” Nell says.
”Anytime, princess,” Fenrir replies.
”Do you truly mean that?”
”Well, maybe not any time. We can't just be in the middle of eating burgers when you demand to sit on my face.”
Nell giggles and playfully pouts. ”Why not? I was planning on doing exactly that.”
”You're one perverted princess. Between you and your dad, I'm going to start thinking that you're the royalty of some perverted country where everybody lives in BDSM dungeons and worships sex.”
”And people accuse me of having too crazy of an imagination.”
”I guess you're rubbing off on me.”
”I did do quite a bit of rubbing.”
”What, now you can make jokes about it without being embarrassed? If I said that a couple of minutes ago then you'd be blushing and looking like you're about to cry from embarrassment some more.”
”I – I did not look like I was about to cry.”
”Perverted, crybaby princess.”
Nell slaps her tail against his leg. ”Hmph!”
”Cassiel's abusive tendencies must be rubbing off on you now. Also, let me see your tail real quick.”
”My – my tail? Why?”
”Just do it.”
Nell hesitantly swings her tail around so that its tip is in front of his face.
Fenrir gently takes it into his hands and observes it. He's looked at it plenty of times before, but this is his first time getting a close look at it and feeling it.
The top and sides of her tail are covered in hard, rough scales that glisten underneath the sunlight, but the bottom of her tail is soft, smooth, and warm. The end of her tail splits into three tips with a fin-like webbing between each tip.
”A tailjob could totally work,” Fenrir says, tracing some of his fingers along the underside of her tail.
”My – my hero, that – it is sensitive there,” Nell moans.
If she was trying to get him to stop by saying that, she did the opposite.
Fenrir gives the underside of her tail even more attention by rubbing it, stroking his fingers along it, and massaging it.
”Nngh… my – Fenrir, wha-what are you—”
He trails his fingers up and down near the tip of her tail, sliding them all the way up until where her tail splits into three tips and then traveling all the way back until he reaches the base of her tail.
Nell's breathing and moans grow heavy and erotic as she balls her fists on top of his chest, her eyes shut and lips parted as her tail excitedly twitches in pleasure.
Fenrir's own tail would be wagging if he wasn't lying on top of it.
”You are, nngh – you are going to make me want more… I thought you helped me earlier to relieve my desires, but now you are restoring them!” Nell whines.
”Then I'll just have to help you out with your desires again, won't I? That's what a good boyfriend does. If I get you all excited, I'll take care of you.”
”I shall be holding you to that,” Nell says before biting her lip.
The look they share with one another tells them that they might as well have another round of fun right here, right now.
”I – I never was into the idea of receiving oral, but I think your tongue has convinced me of its merits,” Nell says.
”Then would you like me to convince you some more?” Fenrir asks.
”I might, but,” Nell pauses to rub one of her hands against his crotch, ”would you not like some relief of yourself? My tongue has some advantages of its own,” she says and sticks out her long, serpentine tongue to illustrate her point.
”Why not both?”
”That could wo—”
”Fen! You two better be done because we've got to go!” Oleander shouts.
Fenrir and Nell look to where the shouting is coming from with wide, panicking eyes.
Oleander, Serra, Cassiel, Nyaiko, and Rock all come rushing through some foliage and stop when they see Nell lying naked on top of Fenrir.
Despite the group panting and sounding panicked for their own reason, Serra gives Fenrir a thumbs-up while both Nyaiko and Cassiel look jealous at the erotic sight.
”I – I! This is – my hero and I – we,” Nell stutters as she starts going red from the tips of her horns to the tips of her tail.