btw it's not spelled "Maori", it's Māori. the tohutō (the line above the vowel) is important for the pronunciation of the word. if you don't have the tohutō on your keyboard (it should be on your phone keyboard at least), it's "Maaori" as the tohutō lengthens the vowel it's placed over. never Maori, preferably Māori but Maaori in a pinch. thanks
Is there ever gonna be a part 3 of courting a queen?
Sorry for the year late reply! Life happened and I never got around to it! My Courting series was supposed to be a fanfic of a universe of another Tumblrites own Bee Hybrid universe but they set up a boundary that they weren't comfortable with fanfic of her lore specific stuff I played with! That is why I eventually made my own series! Again, this is no shade to her, and if you want my Bee Hybrid stuff, I would definitely check her stuff out. I won't give her handle here, but I've listed them in the notes of my Courting series. I was a member of her Kofi and her discord and her stuff is definitely worth it!
I’m beginning and pleading for a part 10 of the bee-men
Thannk you so much for caring about my Bee men story! Its been a while since I wrote it and I feel like I wrote myself in a corner! It may take some time! A lot of life stuff happened that made it hard for me to write smutty stuff(the AO3 curse is real. Even here on Tumblr lol).
I had a plan for this story and the characters, but now that time has passed I want to give them better. I am not abandoning Lyith and our lovely Hive but if you are willing to wait, I want to give them a proper ending! And maybe learn how to properly write an orgy scene as a sex positive virgin ace person lol.
The first fic I put out in years, and it is for an anthropomorphic cat clock.
"A mishap during your teatime appointment with Timothy leads to you discovering an interesting fact about his person."
The last week has been the most punctual you've been since finishing your education and no longer needing to attend a class on time, and despite your reservations surrounding the making of a schedule… It hasn't actually been too bad following one.
The reason behind this restructuring of your time expenditure currently sat across from you at the kitchen table daintily sipping tea out of cup that likely hadn't seen liquid in over a decade. You didn't even realize you owned it until you were looking for something nicer to drink out of after that first tense tea appointment. Said appointments were now calmer and a common occurrence every other day at 12 pm sharp.
You had the setup down to a science by the third appointment.
Arrive in the kitchen at 11:50. Make sure Able was cleaned off and set down the cups and accompanying saucers.
11:52 - Start boiling the water.
11:57 - Take the tea pot off the stove and set it down on the table. Pour into two cups and add the tea blend chosen from last time so it has time to steep: a green tea with coconut and butterfly pea flowers (for color).
11:59 - Your phone timer goes off along with, unprompted, the alarm clock in the bedroom that you can faintly hear from across the house; so you can be prepared to welcome your guest. You get into position.
Noon sharp; Timothy arrives, released from the antique cat clock hanging in your kitchen by the power of the dateviators. Pleasantries are exchanged, the schedule gone over, and you both sit down for tea. Which is precisely what the two of you were doing now. The only thing that varied were the conversations, typically either gossip or one of you expounding at length on a subject of interest. Today you started the conversation but Timothy was definitely leading it. He was far more passionate and opinionated on the subject of day light savings than you had expected (though in hindsight with his passion for other time related topics you're not sure why you would have thought otherwise).
His ears leaned back as he gesticulated, arguing that day light savings were sacrilege.
"Arbitrarily changing a clock's time, not for accuracy, but convenience. Hmph! All the clocks that must now be adjusted lest they be wrong, and unlike ourselves I doubt many of those poor timepieces' owners are taking the proper precautions to make sure no seconds are lost during the process."
For the manifestation of a clock with a permanent grin he was surprisingly expressive. You smiled to yourself as Timothy continued on, face set in a deceivingly waspish expression. If Timothy didn't want to talk (or rant) with you on a subject past experience had proved he had no problem saying so. All the furled brows and glowers in the world couldn't trick you into thinking he wasn't enjoying himself. Also giving him away was a sleek and decidedly un-bushy black tail lazily waving side to side. You also found yourself enjoying these moments more and more as time went on. You hadn't been half as invested in the various topics of time initially but the passion in his arguments and declarations drew you in. You hoped he found your topics of conversations (and perhaps you yourself) just as engaging.
The conversation cut off with a sudden and sharp hiss.
Maybe it was his gloves, condensation on the tea pot; or even Timothy's own split attention between the time, the conversation, and pouring himself another cup of tea but end result was the tea pot slipping from his elegant fingers and hot water pouring over his other gloved hand. His ears pinned back as you leapt from your seat. The aforementioned hand was clenched tightly as a real grimace crossed over Timothy's face.
"Apologies, my dear." He spat between clenched teeth, tail flickering wildly.
As you approached him you reached out for the burned hand but paused as he drew it closer to himself.
"We need to check your hand and the burn."
Watching his face you saw his features forcibly relax as he breathed deep. His ears remained flat, tailed puffed up.
"That won't be necessary. I was merely caught off guard- not something that happens often! No cause to deviate from our schedule." He paused now, hand still held stiffly. "Though I will need to get a towel for that unseemly spill." You cut him off before he could walk away.
"Timothy, the water in that pot was still steaming- I really think it'd be a good idea to at least run it over cool water." Even with your arm hovering over his shoulder guiding him towards the kitchen sink (or actually recently learned, Sinclaire) Timothy remained unmoving. "I just want to check it over and make sure there's no swelling." A pause as Timothy breathed in, hopefully not to tell you off. "-And I'm sorry about the spill I-" His shoulders slumped slightly.
"You have nothing to apologize for- I am unfortunately the cause of this current delay. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me for causing this detour from our schedule."
"There's no need for that, you didn't spill the water on purpose." You said with small smile, walking him over to the sink. "If anything the handle was probably wet and neither of us noticed. You're a very captivating speaker you know." You added that last part cheekily.
Both of you were now at the sink. You fiddled with the temperature, making sure it wasn't too cold, as he stood still beside you. Once the water adjusted properly you motioned towards it.
And Timothy reached over to put his whole still gloved hand under the faucet.
"Um… You really should take the glove off for this part. We can't check the skin with it on and I'm fairly certain you should removed clothing from the affected area. Unless its stuck on. Its not stuck on is it?" That would indicate the burn was worse than you thought. Farya might have burn cream but you knew the first aid kit hadn't been replenished or used in a while.
"No no that won't be necessary." His tail whipped side by side as he stood. "You are right about removing articles of clothing or accessories." He turned to regard you before continuing in a low stern voice. "I trust this will remain between the two of us."
The white glove with its pink paw prints was slipped off and his hand was placed under the running water. You had never seen Timothy without his gloves on- his hands were just as tan as the rest of him with long black nails (so those were not part of his gloves, you had wondered). His fingers were long and graceful. You could spot the red mark indicating were he had been burned on one of those fingers.
"May I? Just to check if there's any swelling."
Timothy breathed in deeply but nodded.
"Just remember this stays between us. This is a show of trust, and with your thus far adherence to schedules I believe it is not misplaced. Do not prove me wrong."
Okay. That was dramatic.
"If you'd rather I not touch your hands that's okay Timothy. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You bit at your lip as you tried to smile and draw back your hands. "I'm probably overreacting anyways to be honest." His face softened.
"Due diligence is never an overreaction." He took his hand out of the cool stream and you gently held it in yours. The black of his claws stood out starkly against the pastel pink of your nails. The burn was already losing some of its redness; you had definitely overreacted and probably stressed out one of the few people in the house that enjoyed your company without alternative motives. Great job you.
Trying to pull away from that train of thought you focused back on Timothy's hand. Unlike most human palms their underside was darker than the skin on top and on the palm and finger tips seemed to be… squishy areas? Those areas were even darker still, almost approaching black and slightly elevated. A thought tickled in the back of your mind.
Did Timothy have toe beans on his hands?
"Everything looks good! Hopefully it will be gone in about a day."
You squashed the urge to press down on them and find out if they were as soft as they looked violently and thoroughly. Which was a shame because cat paws were so cool- But Timothy still looked uncomfortable even if he had let you touch his hand without the gloves.
You were still holding his hand. Probably wouldn't have noticed if not for the slight dusting of color across his cheeks. It made the white of his whiskers stand out even more. You knew you probably shouldn't- Your own feelings on the matter set aside it was obvious that he didn't like them. Or at least exposing them.
"I bet you can feel all the mechanisms moving in your pocket watches. That must be useful when you're doing maintenance." You blurt out. Timothy's hand slips from yours but the flat smile remains. A small noise, a little 'mrp', escapes him as he stares at you.
"I thought I said we weren't to mention this."
You babbled, "Yes and I won't, but, I just wanted to let you know. I think they're really cool. The sensitivity- for your timepieces- must be useful. Being able to pick up small vibrations…" You trail off seeing his pinched expression. His tail and ears, never quite fully relaxed after the spill, have gone back and fluffed out respectively.
You should apologize. Babbling on didn't help anything.
"I have never maintained my collection without my gloves on. So I am not sure if your claim to my… advantage would be true. Thank-you however for the kind words."
You let out a breathe in relief.
"They weren't just kind words." You decide to add in some humor to break the tension. "Sensitive and nimble hands are purr-fect for your work." With a slight grin at your words he began to flatten out his tail. "…If it isn't too invasive why haven't you tried?"
"I've just never thought of it. My schedule of clockwork maintenance is a well oiled machine- why ever would I deviate from it?"
"Still though… Not even out of curiosity?" Both of you grin at each other with the return of familiar banter.
"I'll have you know my dear that curiosity killed the cat, and by curiosity I mean not respecting scheduling in all its glory."
"Aha! But I'll have you know my dear, that curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." He gives a small chuckle at your cheek, such a warmer reaction than if you had tried this when first meeting him. "Speaking of curiosity, I have always wondered, where did your collection come from?" His face turns thoughtful, tail rhythmically swinging side to side.
"Oh well. I've picked them up from, well, all over throughout the years. I'm not as young as I look you know! This particular watch," His gloved hand reaches into the pocket of his jacket, bringing out whichever golden pocket watch he kept on his person today. "came from, well, from-" He clicked his tongue in thought. Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Perhaps one of your past residences? I did find your clocks in thrift stores after all."
"I am no thief! …But it must have. I will have to meditate on it and give you an answer at a later date. I am quite well traveled after all." You leaned against the counter as he continued to think. The… Dateables… really were mysterious. They had backstories and memories and yet- did they exist before the dateviators manifested them? Sometimes the answer seemed to be yes, memories from before popping up in conversations, but other times… You weren't sure if the backstories and memories weren't as spontaneously manifested as they were.
Considering Timothy was still trying to remember just where his pocket watch came from, ticking away in time with the swing of his sleek black tail, it was up to you to redirect the conversation to something less accidentally existential.
"Would you like to test them out?" A startled mrp as Timothy focused back on you.
"Test them out? Test what, my timepieces? They are fastidiously maintained as you well know. You've even observed that." You brush your hair away from your face.
"Not the watches, your hands. Would you like to find out if they are as sensitive as your… inspiration?"
"Ah probably not a good idea. The oils in one's skin can lead to tarnished metal. Doesn't affect their time keeping properties of course but-" He fiddled with his bow tie before reaching for the damp glove left on the counter top. Patting it dry on a towel he continued, "-best to not. To keep them in their best condition of course."
"You could test them out on me."
"…On you?"
"If you placed your hand under my chin I bet you'd be able to read my pulse easily." You were really curious what he'd be able to feel. Cat paws were notoriously sensitive. You added on, "Don't want to hear the internal ticking of a human being?" His face lit up much to your amusement.
"Ah well. That is- if you are offering I suppose I am- curious." He stepped forward, only inches between you both. "Where exactly do I need to place my hand?"
You could feel your face heating up at the proximity. It was a great idea; it was the worst idea. Timothy Timepiece was about to place his bare hand under your chin and you did not think this through.
"May I?"
As he placed his hand in yours you had the unavoidable thought, that, yes, the paw pads were as soft as you hoped. You felt cherished, looking down at this dainty gentleman and the trust he was placing in you.
Holding his hand gently you placed it against the underside of your chin right where it met the neck. His finger tips grazed your pulse point and you watched as his ears faced forward in attention, pupils dark and large staring intently at your throat. He spoke low and intimate.
"Its not like a clock at all is it?"
You stood like that for a moment more hoping that the red of your cheeks didn't extend down your neck where Timothy's attention remained captive. The moment ended as Timothy's head twitched up to look at you, his hand quickly removed from your person and gloved.
"It's really no surprise that you humans aren't as in-tuned with the passing of time as myself. You're own internal mechanisms aren't even consistent! Speeding and slowing… Luckily you have me to keep things on track!" He paused. His shoulders slumped slightly. "Not that I have lived up to such expectation this afternoon. Fifteen minutes remaining; not unreasonable but far less than if we had not suffered such distractions." You held a hand above his shoulder not quiet touching in respect to Timothy's normal boundaries.
"Hey, as long as you're alright I think we can be forgiven for the detour. The time certainly wasn't wasted: we made sure your hand was alright and I learned something new about you. Something like that could never be a waste of time."
"Aha! Well, my dear thank-you." For someone so ornery he was capable of some truly joyful smiles. "Let me grab some towels so we can return to our tea. And conversation! I was enlightening you on-?"
"The dangers of daylight savings, yes."
"Precisely! The calibrations needed, not once but twice, and-"
The teratophilia community has got me fucked up...
These are just multicoloured anime boys with animal features!!!!!! Where's the cosmic biblically accurate abominations???
Everytime I look through this cursed tag, it's just people being (ridiculously) horny over PLAIN JANE PHONY human guys!!! Maybe I just want to be loved by a horrendous, mindbending, despicable creature who will treat me right!!!
If there was one thing you, an adorable Puppy Hybrid, were a sucker for it was head scratches. You bother your Wolf Hybrid bf for them all the time.
When he’s in the kitchen making the two of you a nice hearty breakfast, you can’t help but wiggle into his arms and nuzzle into his chest. Presenting your head right there for him. What else is he to do? Or when he’s sitting on the couch you somehow find your way in his lap, your head at the perfect height for some scratches.
Even during the worst times when he’s training in the gym and you appear out of nowhere. He wants to say no but you flash him with those puppy dog eyes and he just melts. He loves spoiling you so he always gives into you every single time.
So even when you walk up and plop down in Wolf Hybrid bf’s lap for the fourth time today, all he does is chuckle before reaching up and brushing his nails along your scalp.
“Again, babygirl? Don’t ya head hurt?” He asks in amusement, scratching that spot just right while also being careful.
“No, feels s’good—“
You merely moan, leaning into his touch, and your eyes flutter shut. You couldn’t explain how good his touch was feeling today. A desperate need to be closer to him filling up inside you till it overflowed.
As if reading your thoughts your bf shifts you in his lap till you’re straddling his thick muscular thigh. A soft sigh leaves you as he pulls you close against him, raking his claws gently down your head and along the nape of your neck.
You cry out in pleasure, your nerves on edge and feeling so fuckin’ sensitive you could just burst. Your hips start rolling without your control and you whine as your clit rubs against the firm muscle of his thigh over and over again, each rock of your hips bringing you closer to bliss.
Wolf Hybrid bf growls, his free hand jumping to your hip, helping you bring against him just how you need. Watching you take what you need is so damn sexy, you have him salivating, cock hardening so fast it hurts.
“Go on, lemme take care of you, ma.”
He’s gonna let you use him for as long you need. It was more than worth it to see the way you fall a part from his touch alone.
Hello everyone! I’ve been on tumblr for nearly a year in May, and I’m nearly at 20k followers! I’m so grateful for all of your support, so I wanted to host a small raffle. It’ll end once I hit 20k followers.
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Your monster husband was always very affectionate with you, well once he came out of his shell. About a month into your arranged marriage and he constantly was nuzzling against you, leaning on you, holding your hand, or anything else he could do to keep in contact with you.
However what he wasn’t good at was asking for attention.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like being affectionate towards him, it just wasn’t second nature to you quite yet in an arranged marriage.
You laid in bed reading a new book your husband went to great lengths to get for you. A book that he had to import into the city so you could have something in your own language to read.
Motion at the side of the bed caught your attention along with something tapping your arm. Your husband sat on floor with his chin resting on the bed just watching you. His long, elephant-like tusks reaching far enough to touch your arm as he just looked at you.
You rolled over to face him as he continued to watch you expectantly.
“Yes, my darling?” you asked him.
He reached up and placed his comb on the bed next to your hand without a word, just still looking up at you with big eyes.
“Come here”you said as you bookmarked your page and sat up. You scooted to the edge of the bed so he could sit on the floor in front of you and lean his head back on to your lap.
Slowly you began combing out the dense undercoat of his hair. You were fairly certain it was more akin to fur, but any attempt to make a distinction between hair and fur with him didn’t seem to work. You weren’t sure if it was a language barrier and his language just didn’t make the distinction, or his he was just stubborn.
In no time you were covered in his hair. You were constantly cleaning out the comb until you amassed quite a pile next to you and your lap was covered in loose hairs.
But he was purring. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was nearly asleep, but he looked happy.
He nuzzled against your lap as you finished with his hair, periodically looking up at you with such a soft expression that his best friend teased him about and called “heart eyes”.
“You shed a lot” you teased him.
“I find your hair around the house too” he said.
“Not like this” you held the mass of combed out hair in front of him for emphasis.
He just shrugged.
“Fur” was all you needed to say.
For someone of his size it always amazed you how fast he could move, especially at nearly 8.5ft tall. Immediately he was on you, playfully pinning you under him in the bed.
“It is not fur” he insisted.
You grabbed on of his tusks and pulled his face down to yours, “fur.”
Hey do y'all remember several years ago when we were all freaking out about net neutrality being overturned? Well despite net neutrality's win in 2024, a federal court just overturned it.
For those who aren't aware, net neutrality is the simple principle that companies like Verizon and Comcast should treat all web traffic equally – not pick and choose based on who is willing to pay more or who they like best. Big Tech companies obviously don’t like that – which is why they spent millions lobbying against it over the years.
Now, these megacorporations will be able to seize control back over our Internet. The likely result? Throttled access to streaming services, monopolistic pricing that cuts out competition, and a slower, walled off, and less free Internet for all of us.
And unfortunately, rulings like this will only get more common now that the Supreme Court has overturned the “Chevron deference” – giving judges, rather than qualified public servants, a blank check to toss out protections like net neutrality, environmental safeguards, or food safety standards.
When Trump’s FCC repealed net neutrality back in 2017, they gave big corporations total control over our Internet – putting free and open access at risk.
Internet providers responded by exploiting their newfound power to speed up certain websites, and slow down – or even block – others. They failed to provide crucial Internet infrastructure in rural areas, low-income communities, and communities of color. They even slashed firefighters’ Internet access during severe wildfires.
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Summary: Lucifer's reaction to an MC who has a habit of biting whenever concentrating really hard or even randomly.
Lucifer x Reader
Word Count: 967
The first time you bit Lucifer, he was completely caught off-guard.
The two had grown closer to each other throughout your time in the Devildom.
Close enough that now, most of the time you opt to do your homework in Lucifer’s study while he’s working instead of in your own bedroom or the library.
Lucifer didn’t mind one bit that you preferred to spend your time with him.
He enjoyed your company while he worked and he would always try to make sure to take at least one break to make himself his favorite tea and he would make your favorite drink as well.
There was one night in particular when you were struggling with one of your classes. You were religiously reading the textbook in front of you, but for some reason, you just weren’t grasping the concept.
Lucifer could tell you were struggling, so he decided to push aside his work and help you.
He sat closely as he read from the book, trying to figure out what lesson you were learning. And once he was able to do that, he began explaining it to you in a much easier way.
As he spoke, you were doing your best to concentrate on his words. You were focusing so hard on his words, in fact, that you didn’t notice yourself leaning forward toward his arm.
You had mindlessly, gently, bit Lucifer on the arm and you didn’t even realize you were doing it, until he had stopped talking, his eyes wide as his brain tried to process what was going on.
When you realized what you were doing, you quickly sat back up and muttered a small apology. You noticed that his cheeks had turned a light pink shade, but he was doing everything in his power to try and hide that fact from you.
Lucifer cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure as he continued to explain the lesson to you and this time you got it effortlessly.
Neither of you brought up the bite for a while, and it was something that you ended up forgetting about. But, Lucifer, couldn’t forget about it.
It was like a small mystery to him. What prompted you to bite him? Was it an accident or intentional? Most importantly, did you only do it with him?
Regardless of your intentions with the bite, he found it adorable as with everything you did and he had to make sure that none of his other brothers got to see that tick of yours.
Surely, it would make them fawn over you even more than they already do and he definitely couldn’t have that.
Since that day, you noticed Lucifer sitting closer to you than he usually did and you would notice he would reach across you more often.
He was just trying to see if he could get you to bite him again, but considering you weren’t even fully aware of your actions the first time, the message wasn’t getting across to you.
Eventually, Lucifer gave up on trying to experiment on what made you bite him and things soon returned to normal.
A few days later, you noticed that Lucifer looked particularly tired. He had been working extra hard that day, a mountain of paperwork on his desk and you wanted to do something to help.
You offered to give him a shoulder massage and before he could decline your offer, your hands were already on his shoulders.
He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to massage him, but the massage felt good and was helping to release a large amount of tension.
So, instead, he stayed quiet and relished in the feeling of your hands running over his back, massaging away every knot and soreness.
You, in turn, were focusing very hard on making sure you hit every spot that felt tense. You wanted to help Lucifer relax.
And as you were massaging his large shoulders, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to give one of them a small nibble.
And you couldn’t resist the urge as you leaned forward and gave him a small love bite on his shoulder.
You felt him tense up and he looked down to hide the smile that threatened to creep across his lips at the feeling of you being too close to him.
The more comfortable you got with Lucifer, the more biting incidents occurred. It was never a harsh bite, just a small symbol of your affection for him.
And the more you did it, the more Lucifer got used to it. He stopped shying away from it or trying to figure out the cause of it.
Instead, he embraced it and whenever you would gently bite him he felt warm inside. It was something special that only the two of you shared.
Of all the small habits, he believed this one was the most unique and cute. It made you all the more lovable.
And before you knew it, it became a normal part of your relationship. An endearing and romantic mannerism that others would certainly be a bit confused by if they saw the two of you.
Lucifer didn’t just settle for the one being bitten, he got his own little love bites in, and when he was feeling particularly playful, he would even turn it into a competition.
It was never anything aggressive, but simply a matter of who could give the most bites while still making it look natural.
As usual, Lucifer was determined to win the competition; but, he never did. In fact, most of the time it led to the two of you competing until the end of the night when he would just hold you in his arms, smiling as he adored you.
Sorry just keep thinking about nagas during the winter.
Maybe you’re shoveling snow when you notice a poor naga curled up on a rock, struggling to warm himself. You help him into your home and attempt to get his body heat up by placing him by the fire…
But he’s still so cold!
You don’t know what to do, but you’re pulled down into a hug with him, his lower body wrapping around you and his face burying itself into his neck.
“Warm..”
He wraps his body around you, and the only way you can get him to uncoil is by convincing him that you’ll both die in the snow.
“Come on, you can come inside. If we stay out here my body heat won’t be enough to keep us warm for long.”
So he joins you inside, wrapping around you again the second you close the door. Perhaps letting a creature that could strangle you and swallow you while wasn’t a good idea, but what other choice did you have?
He was a possessive thing, keeping his face buried in your neck and long body curled around you at all times. Recently he even started rutting against you, his two fat cocks peeking out of the slit in snake body.
“Inside… gotta be inside, okay?”
You whined as he easily slid your pants down, one of his cocks fucking your thighs while the other rubbed against your cunt.
He bit at your neck, aphrodisiac coursing through his fangs and into your bloodstream, making you go limp and your brain fog up.
The only thing on your mind now was getting off, and he was happy to oblige.
Being inside of you during winter was like Heaven. Feeling your warm, fat cunt tighten around one of his cocks caused the other to twitch against your thigh. Soon you’d be wet enough to fit both…
He pushed the head of his second cock against you, giving you another dose of the aphrodisiac. Your body felt like it was on fire, and he was quite enjoying the heat that radiated from your skin.
“That’s it, I know, you want more… I’ll give it to you, pet. Just be patient…”
Once you were wet and loose enough, he slowly slid his second cock into you, letting out a grunt as you stretched around him.
And then… he started purring. He felt so content, your body keeping him warm as he fucked in and out of you.
It was then he realized that you wouldn’t just be an object to keep him warm for the winter.
okay, but a man talking you through your orgasm. a man who smiles the second you climax and is all "there we go,", is smoothing his hands over your trembling thighs and says "you're shaking so hard, baby," who has to keep your hips down as he tuts "easy, sweetheart, easy, that's just the second one...", who exhales a laugh under his breath as he sweetly inhales the back of your neck, his palm cupping your pulsing cunt when he points out "is too much for you, my love? are you getting sore?"
Sure the smut is fun and all but can we talk about the others pluses?
These big blue dudes are obsessed with going down on their mates which is great and all but their devotion? The love? The care? The absolute willingness to die for you? C‘mon - that’s a drug I want injected into my veins.
Also can we talk about the lore? What I thought was gunna be a quick little read has dragged me into the world of the Ice Planet. What do you mean the Elders Cave is a spaceship?! WHERE DID IT COME FROM?! I need all the plot tidbits NOW.
Don’t even get me started on the silly little cultural misunderstandings either. They don’t understand human sarcasm? The humans don’t understand their obsession with eating raw meat? The comedy gold that arises in conversation has me cackling.
Oh, and the breeding kink is pretty hot if you’re into that kinda thing. (It’s me…I’m into that kinda thing)
