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It was blind luck that had her seeing him for the first time. Her world was a haze then, lost in the world of her mind, sanity perhaps not lost, but set aside for the time being. Sanity would ensure that the pain she felt, the pain that consumed her, heart and soul, would destroy her. As such, she set it aside, allowing the world and reality to blur for millennium, attacking those who bore the same traces as the ones who ruined her life… those who took all that she had ever loved away from her.

Those like him, he who sacrificed his sanity for his love of another.

Blind luck had her flying over the southern reaches of the Altus Plateau, blind luck had her inspecting the coffins that surrounded a Shard of Grace and the ill Omens that inhabited it. Blind luck that, just as she was about to turn away, he appeared.

No, not him. He, another.

What stood out to her, at least at first, was the fact that this man… was almost entirely naked. A dirtied and battered loincloth was all that he wore, the wretched looking thing seemingly held in tact by magic alone, given how patched and marred in dirt and grime the thing was. The man himself was just as dirty and ragged, perhaps more so than his garments, covered in soot with blistered bare feet, the appendages almost charred.

It drew her attention to him, idle curiosity for the most part. That changed to rage and fury when the man touched the shard… and it responded.

A Tarnished, scum of the Lands Between, those who live in death, guided by the Grace of the Two Fingers and _like him _.

A fury descended upon her then, a fury that, for a brief instance, brought clarity to her mind. That clarity allowed her to watch as he, wielding a blasted club of all things, attacked the Omens and… killed them. Easily, in fact, her sharp ears picking up something musical coming from the man as he fought, bashing the brains out of the hideous beasts.

“Heave a pawl, oh heave away! Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's onboard and the cable's all stored, to be rollicking randy dandy-oh!"

A sailor?, some dim part of her mind thought, only to be immediately buried under her rage.

The Tarnished, singing all the while, made quick work of the omens, despite his sub-par weapon. From there, he started to make his way up, through the coffins, and towards the pass that would lead him into the Altus Plateau proper.

Not on my watch!, she mentally roared, before soaring down and around to land in the clearing before the pass, her impact shaking the very earth beneath his feet. Then, keeping a baleful eye on him, she roared, flaring her four wings behind her so that this creature might know fear before her terrible might, her roar calling down the red lightning of the Ancient Dragons… a display she was certain would show the foul creature the error of his existence.

After all, he wouldn't be the first Tarnished that she had driven to insanity.

Her roar ended, she untensed her wings and looked down on the man, who had frozen in delicious fear, and she glared at him. Then, seeing as he was still rooted in place with wide eyes, she stood atop her hindlegs, bringing her left arm up across her torso as she summoned her most notable and powerful ability; her Glaive.

And, before he could react, she swept it down upon him, her attack annihilating him in an instant as he turned to naught but ash. Satisfaction suffused her then… though she knew how Tarnished worked. He would return, at this very shard of Grace, come the morn.

And he would find her waiting for him, a feral grin on her muzzle as she relished the thought.

[=]

Like clockwork, every morning as the light fell upon the Grace, he appeared. Every morning, like clockwork, he fought his way through the omens with ease. And, like clockwork, every morning, upon his killing the wretched omens, he would face her… where he would freeze in place and stare at her.

And, like clockwork, she would kill him each and every time.

Day after day, week after week, for months this continued. By the second week, she felt something was off. By the third, his fighting through the omens was more and more hurried, and by the fourth? He no longer even sang, he just ruthlessly dispatched the omens with an ease that she might have found impressive at one point in her life.

Yet not once did he attack her. Not once did he even attempt to dodge her strike… something she was loathe to admit he was very well capable of doing, particularly after having seen it for the thirtieth time. But he never did.

For months this continued, perhaps even years, and not once did the routine change. Not once, that is… until it did.

One morning, like every other, he resurrected at the same shard of Grace. This time, however… he didn't blitz towards the omens. Instead, he looked towards her, from where she stood in the clearing that overlooked the Grace he resurrected upon, having long-since decided to just remain inside the clearing instead of taking the time to fly around and land before him. She looked back at him, feeling curious despite herself as she tilted her head at him.

This is new, she thought, wondering what had changed.

Then he nodded once at her, turned around… and stepped upon the elevator to descend back into the depths of the tunnels he'd arrived from. She blinked at that. He… is not coming?, she wondered, pondering if she had succeeded in breaking him finally. He'd lasted far longer than any other, after all… but no. The man didn't seem broken… though he was perhaps a little mentally slow.

Deciding that this was obviously a trap for her, the man likely expecting her to think he'd given up and to fly away, only for the foul thing to sneak past her then! Yes, she thought, growling lowly. That is it exactly! I will show this filthy Tarnished the error of his ways, thinking that he can best one such as I through trickery_!_

So she sat there, glaring at the singular entrance to the area… and she waited.

And waited.

First, it was minutes. Then hours. Then days… then weeks… then months… then years. All the while, she waited for him, her certainty of it being a trap growing less and less… as a hollow feeling grew within her. That feeling scared her, for in it, she realized something.

She had grown… attached, to the Tarnished. For over three years he had been a constant in her life, the start of each day beginning with him. She loathed him, of course, but all the same… he had always been there, marching steadfastly through the pesky omens to be killed by her hand again and again. He was routine… he was expected.

And he was gone.

The passing of time started to mean nothing to her once again, the clarity her killing the man repeatedly had granted her fading as the hollowness suffused her once again. She hated the man for that, even worse than she'd hated him before.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to leave, always expecting him to show up. This will be the day, she would think, upon the light touching the shard. He will show up today. This is the day.

It never was.

She began to sleep again as she waited, something she'd been loathe to do for so many years, given the treachery of the Tarnished as she knew them. It was a constant thought in her mind that, the moment she closed her eyes, she would finally feel the impact of his silly club as it struck her scales… but eventually, her tiredness caught up to her and she had to.

And she never felt that strike.

So she waited.

[=]

She woke up slowly, her sharp ears attentive instantly as she listened to the sounds of the insects, the small lake in the distance, the flowers, the wind, the omens-.

A stillness washed over her, something off. She listened harder, trying to figure out what was off. After a moment, it clicked.

She couldn't hear the omens, lumbering about.

Slowly, a small, tiny hope flickering in her mind that brought another bout of clarity, she opened her eyes.

And she was immediately met with the sight if he, sitting upon the grass, less than ten feet from her. Only… he was different.

Gone was the tattered loincloth. Gone was the silly club. Gone was the dirt, the grime, the blackened feet. In its place, he wore non-reflective black and grey armor, fitting his form succinctly and perfectly, an ethereal cape flowing over his shoulders and arms like the clearest of water. A golden circlet was around his head, the hood of his cloak resting upon his upper back. Sitting cross-legged, there was a beautiful glaive resting across his thighs… a glaive that looked oddly familiar.

And he was staring directly at her with rapt attention, a focus in his eyes that she only then realized had always been present, his eyes a brilliant blueish-green that almost seemed to glow with the light of the Grace behind them.

She stared at him, blinking slowly in confusion. She knew she could sleep for a while, and she had little doubt that she had been asleep for… days, perhaps weeks or months even. And, for the strangest reason, she didn't think that he'd been sitting there for only a short amount of time. That… confused her. Troubled her, even, knowing that she'd been at his mercy that entire time… yet he had done nothing.

Slowly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the atmosphere with too sudden a movement, she raised her head… as a maelstrom of emotions ran rampant inside her heart.

They stared at each other then, for a long, long time. Finally, realizing that she was accomplishing nothing, she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It confused her even further when the man breathed in as she exhaled, garnering another blink from her… before she mentally shook off the confusion.

“You," she spoke, frowning at the man as he visibly perked up upon hearing her speak. “You are… here."

The man tilted his head for a moment, and then nodded once, giving her a small smile. “I am," he agreed, his voice that of the smoothest silk, with a bass to it that rattled pleasantly in her eardrums.

She pushed those thoughts aside as well. “You left," she challenged him, her eyes narrowing. The man's smile turned sad.

“You waited," he returned, causing her to frown. More emotions roiled deep within her.

They were silent again, staring at each other. Finally, she had to ask, tilting her head. “Why?" she asked, her heart thumping powerfully inside of her chest. She mentally cursed at it, wondering just what the hell was going on with her.

The man was silent for a long while, just staring at her, his sharp eyes taking in everything… and missing nothing. Then, after she wondered if she would have to speak again, he spoke once more.

“I needed to see you again," he informed her, causing her head to jerk back as she stared at him with wide eyes, her heart beating a furious rhythm that she was certain he could hear. Waves upon waves of emotion crashed down upon her, so tumultuous and confusing that she found it difficult to focus on them.

Despair. Rage. Sorrow. Misery… and, most baffling of all, joy. A joy so powerful she genuinely considered that he was playing a trick on her, that some sorcery or incantation was muddling with her thoughts, with her feelings. But… no, that wasn't correct. She could feel the genuineness of them. The sincerity behind the sensation that was strong enough that she knew it had to be real.

A great shudder wracked her body, from snout to tail-tip, as, for the first time in millennia… she felt warm.

Her confidence, however… was well and truly shattered with that simple remark. She hesitated, before lowering her head slightly so as to be level with his own piercing gaze. “Why?" she asked again, her voice loathsomely small.

The man, he, smiled at her again. “Because you are the most beautiful sight these eyes of mine have ever seen," he admitted, those eyes sparkling. She jerked her head back as though he had struck her, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at him with wide eyes… feeling horror now.

She stared at him.

He stared back.

She tilted her head next.

He smiled broadly.

She crushed him into the earth below with a paw.

[=]

A new routine was established then, a routine that was much the same as it had once been. Oh, there were differences. For one thing, she was far more lucid now than she could ever remember being, since her world first fell apart that is. The world seemed… bright. There were no more overtures of grey, no more haze or fog clouding her vision, and her anger, pain and sorrow no longer seemed to be as wrenching as they had once been.

And all of that, she knew she could lay solely at his feet.

The light would touch upon the Grace, and he would be there. With his glaive, a glaive she knew was based upon her own creation, he would dance his way through the omen creatures. He was faster than before, more graceful, and there was a strength and power in his movements that she couldn't help but admire. He moved like a predator, like a being far beyond his diminutive size.

He moved like a dragon, she personally thought.

It was not lost on her that the way he moved and fought so neatly mirrored her own movements and actions with her own glaive. It also was not lost on her that the glaive he used was imbued with the aspect of Red Lightning… though she knew not how he had managed that.

Upon his finishing off the omens, another aspect changed in their routine. She no longer instantly killed him, being the main one. Instead, she watched as he moved to the same spot, next to an Altus Bloom, where he would then sit… and look at her.

She allowed him that, from the simple generosity that suffused her magnanimous magnificence. And if it also allowed her to look at him, well… no one need know that, no?

Then, after a long moment of them admiring looking at each other… she crushed him.

And the cycle would repeat, again and again, day after day, week after week. Admittedly, she took longer and longer to kill him each time, so that she could be with him study him longer. Soon enough, they were spending their entire day just looking at each other, never a word being spoken.

Until he decided to speak, anyway.

[=]

“I have a request," he spoke, his wonderful voice surprising her with its sudden appearance.

She blinked, before tilting her head at him. “I am listening," she returned, watching as his entrancing familiar smile made an appearance.

“When you kill me," he began, causing her to blink slowly. “Could you… sit on me?"

Silence deafened the area around them. She stared at him, her eyes widened beyond what was reasonable, as he stared back at her expectantly. Slowly, she could feel blood beginning to rush towards her cheeks, hidden beneath her scales as she blushed.

Finally, when her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, she decided to act as a being of her glorious magnificence rightfully should when treated with such a unique request.

She swatted him aside with her forepaw for having the audacity to ask such a… such a thing! He struck the nearby cliff face with a muted grunt, before he flopped onto the ground, groaning in pain. Still not satisfied, she growled as she prowled towards him, not pausing when she reached him as she lowered her head and gently took his foot into her maw. Then she, gently, threw him into the center of the clearing, where he let out another grunt.

And still not satisfied, she stalked towards him once more to glare down at him, anger and righteous fury coursing through her veins as he stared up at her with a dazed expression, almost certainly concussed. She waited, glaring down at him, until some semblance of cognizance entered his gaze. Once she saw that, she lowered her head until she was right above him… and growled, the man swallowing thickly.

Then she whipped around and promptly sat, feeling his body make her seat feel rather lumpy. Curiously, he didn't disappear immediately, prompting her to frown. Then she grinded down atop him, and only then did his body give out, her rear soon feeling nothing but soft grass beneath it.

When the next morning came, and he made his way back up to her, she only looked at him for four hours before she promptly turned around and sat on him again, certain that her ire was appropriately conveyed after that.

The next day on, she demonstrated her magnanimous mercy by waiting until night fell to sit on him again.

[=]

This new routine had an… interesting affect on her. Not at first, no, but, over time… well, her methods changed. For starters, after a certain amount of time had passed, she no longer rushed to kill him when she sat on him. Instead, she would just barely put pressure on him at first, and just rest there, not crushing him, just… smothering him, actually. Only right before he lost consciousness would she put her full weight on him and kill him.

The first day after she had done that, was the happiest she'd ever seen him, the man unable to boisterously and joyfully shout out his inane sailor shanties as he fought his way towards her. He could not stop smiling at her either, and honestly? She found that it was nice. She liked that she was able to make him so happy.

Purely because she was a merciful dragon, of course. That was definitely it.

That was also why she continued to kill him in such a manner as well, of course. Definitely not because of the arousal she could smell on him every time she did.

And definitely not because of her arousal when she did, nope, definitely not.

As time passed, however, things also began to change. It started small enough, letting him live past nightfall. Then she didn't immediately press her rear against him as she moved to crush him, letting the man look at her shapely rear and… other things. That definitely wasn't moisture in her slit either, nope, definitely not. It was… tears! Yes, she was crying from having to force- ugh, alright, so she was horny.

Then, after having that as their routine for a while, she would sit on him… but not kill him. Instead, she just rested there, letting him enjoy himself (because she was really fooling no-one with her denial) for as long as he wanted. Of course, that first time still led to her killing him on accident, but that was because she had not been expecting the man to lick her slit!

She didn't apologize the next day, though she did inform him that it had not been her intention to kill him then. It was one of the rare times that she initiated a conversation… and just as the others, he was very understanding.

It didn't hurt that she was more prepared that night and, as such, didn't accidentally kill him when he started to lick and rub her entrance again. It was surprising, however, that he actually managed to make her feel pleasure as he performed his actions.

Then she accidentally killed him again when he plunged his fist inside of her, making her climax on the spot.

[=]

“I did not mean to kill you then," she informed him, as soon as he sat down in his familiar spot. She ignored that she was basically echoing herself from the day before, but… well. She grimaced, and mentally cursed how good she felt today. “And… that was… nice."

“Totally worth it," he agreed, grinning at her in a way that had her insides doing funny things. A glint entered his beautiful eyes, one that she felt very familiar with. “For the record, I love how you taste~…"

Heat suffused her cheeks once more, and she couldn't stop herself from looking away from him. “O-of course," she stammered, mentally cursing herself again. You're acting like a damn whelp!, she mentally complained. “As you should!"

Instantly she was cursing herself again.

“Oh?" he chuckled, a hint of something in his voice. “I should, should I? Why is that?"

She hesitated for a moment, before she shook herself and looked at him with an imperious expression. “It is only right and proper that you enjoy my gifts," she sniffed haughtily, raising her chin.

His laughter then was music to her ears… and she realized, with all the subtlety of Radahn, something important there. Something she never would have thought possible, something she hadn't thought possible, not for millennia. And, while the implications terrified her… she also felt an enormous wave of relief.

Relief that she could acknowledge this part of herself.

Relief that she could love again.

That night, as like the night before, she didn't crush him when she sat on him. Nor did she negatively react as he started to lick at her slit again, her arousal and appreciation made very clear through her sex… and through her voice, though she tried to keep quiet. When her climax came, and it did come, she was very careful to not crush him again.

Instead, she remained locked into position above him, letting him continue to pleasure her as she came, quaked and shivered, again and again.

Eventually, after it was well into the night, she moved once more. Her human laid on his back, a broad grin on his lips and a pleased expression in his eyes as he looked at her expectantly. She studied him for a long, long moment.

Then she hummed, and laid down, curling her body around him so that he was pressing against her jaw as she draped two of her wings over her head… and his body in turn. He blinked, turning his head to stare at her, a stare she deliberately avoided. She also avoided noticing the wet sheen that was over his face, and what she knew to be the origin of it.

“You're not gonna kill me?" he asked, sounding incredulous… and pleased.

She chuffed, pointedly not looking at him. “Go to sleep, human," she muttered, earning a broad smile from him.

Then he shifted to press further into her jaw as he laid down. “I haven't slept in decades," he murmured, earning a curious hum from her. She hadn't known him to be that old, but then again… well, they had been playing this game for some twenty or thirty years, hadn't they?

“You do not sleep when you die?" she asked, her voice conveying her curiosity. She'd always assumed that this was what happened… well, that was what he told her.

It was curious that thinking about him didn't bother her as much as it once had.

Her human sighed heavily. “No, I don't sleep then," he denied, shaking his head. He hesitated for a moment, before he hummed. “At first, when this all began for me, I hated death. I kept reliving my last experiences, over and over and over again… they say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die, ya know? Well, that's true… in a sense. For me, the first 20 times or so, that's what happened. Then, after that, it started to limit itself to just the last few minutes before my end… but once I'm truly dead, it's over in an instant. Like I blink, and suddenly, I'm alive again."

She blinked at that, turning her head to gaze at him. “You relive the moment of your death then?" she verified.

He turned his head to give her a sharp, feral grin that had her heart speeding up. “Why do you think I was so happy after the first time you sat on me?" he asked, his voice a playful tease as she blushed. Again. “That was the first death I had where I truly saw heaven before I died… and I got to see it again, and again, and again… bliss~."

That… was the single oddest, yet most flattering, compliment she'd ever received.

“You are strange, human," she admitted her thoughts, side-eyeing him as he grinned at her. “But… it is… pleasant."

He smiled at her for a moment longer, before he hummed and shifted to face her directly. “I'm happy you feel that way," he informed her, to which she hummed as well. He hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to say something. However… after a long moment, he seemed to decide against it, though that just left her all the more curious. “Thank you."

The gratitude was surprising… though only because she wasn't certain what it was that she had done to deserve thanks. At least, what it was since they had started speaking. She quirked a brow. “What for?" she questioned.

He hesitated again, before he sighed and slumped against her, much to her private delight. “For making this existence bearable," he murmured.

Those words struck a chord within her that resounded more than anything she had heard or experienced before. So much so, that she couldn't find words to speak for the rest of the night as they fell into a comfortable slumber.

[=]

The next day was… strange, for her. She had initially woken up expecting to be greeted by her human coming from the Grace. Instead, she had been woken up to the feeling of her human, stroking her jaw. She blinked at that, not pulling away from his touch, but changing the angle of her head to look at him better.

He smiled at her, a softer smile than any she had seen from him. “You're beautiful," he confessed, causing her to blush once more. “It was… nice, waking up to see you."

She stared at him for a long moment, struggling to find the words to speak to convey her own thoughts on the matter. After a long moment, she defaulted on nodding. “You're welcome," she said magnanimously. Then she mentally cursed herself for picking up his manner of speaking, butchered words and all.

Her human chuckled, however, and she found herself relaxing again. For a time, they both just stayed there, with her sheltering him beneath her wings, and he caressing her in a way that she, though she would never admit it (not yet, anyway), loved. It was, quite honestly, the most wonderful way she could imagine waking up.

“You left before," she suddenly spoke, earning a hum. It surprised her that those events, his returning to her, happened years ago by this point. How time flies, she mused. She mentally shook the thought away. “I was… not myself. I have not been for quite some time… so I did not think to ask before. However… you left. Why?"

Her human beamed at her. “I had things I needed to get done," he informed her, earning a blink. “They… actually didn't take as long as I expected them to. I was done with all of those inside of two years. After that… well, my dear, it is my intention to woo you, and I could not see one as incredible as yourself settling for a… shall we say, sub-par, male, no?"

Once again, she found herself blushing as she stared at him. “W-woo?" she stammered, not even bothering to curse herself this time. At his grin, she shook herself, careful not to accidentally crush him. “Of course I would not settle for a sub-par mate! But… but strength is also not the primary thing I look for…"

He blinked at that, tilting his head in a manner similar to herself whenever she was curious. “You aren't worried about someone's strength?" he asked, a dull edge to his voice then.

She shook her head, frowning at him as she wondered if maybe she had… hurt him? Was that what she saw in his eyes?

Instead, he groaned as he slammed his head back onto the grass, slapping his face with his hand. “Damnit!" he snapped, causing her to blink in confusion. “I could have been back decades ago!"

Now… she was even more confused. “Why do you say this?" she asked, her tone cautious.

He groaned, rubbing his face and shaking his head in abject denial. “Because I fucking wasted those decades empowering myself with runes!" he complained, a plaintive whine in his voice that she found amusing, all told.

“Oh?" she asked, grinning despite herself. After all, sure it hadn't been pleasant at the time, but… realistically, for an immortal being such as herself, a few decades is nothing to fret over. Especially given her human's living death state. “And what number of Runes did you think might warrant my affection? How much power am I worth, hmm?"

He paused at her mirthful tone, before he sighed and looked at her in crushed amusement. “1.7 billion," he admitted.

She froze then, her eyes wide. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes closed. It felt as though a weight were pressing down upon her… and she hated that she found comfort in that weight.

“That's… the highest tier," she observed, her voice awed. “The highest manner of strength one such as you can reach… I am truly worthy of that to you?"

Her human turned towards her again, giving her a warm smile. “You are worthy of far, far more," he refuted.

She realized then, that her human was a special kind of idiot. Her idiot. She smiled at him, something that had his heart picking up, and she was surprised he could even see her smiling, given their angle and difference in form.

After a moment of thought, she came to another decision. “You wish to woo me?" she asked, to which he nodded, smiling broader. It was hard not to smile back. “Very well… I can become a human for you to-."

“No," he refuted, shaking his head as she froze, before frowning in confusion. “I want you, you as in the beautiful and incredible dragoness that stole my heart from the moment I first saw her. You need not change yourself for me, my dear… I prefer you as you are."

She blinked again, feeling her cheeks heat up once again. “O-oh," she stammered, before shivering slightly. “That is… thoughtful, of you. However, I believe that there will be… issues, with the two of us performing certain acts as we are. I am… a great deal bigger than you, human."

Her human grinned widely, winking at her. “More of you to love," he purred.

Love, she thought, her eyes widening once more. Her heart skipped a beat, before it started hammering even harder, deep inside her chest. That word again… it has been… far too long, I should think, since I had heard that word spoken aloud.

It lit a fire inside her, one that burned hotter than any fire she had ever made. Her eyes locked onto her human… and she made another decision. “I am of the mind that physical intimacy is required for mates to truly be happy," she informed him, her voice hard. He jerked back slightly, eyes widening at her sudden intensity. “What is more, physical intimacy should be pleasurable for both parties involved. If you wish to woo me, human, as I am, then I will need confirmation that we can both achieve pleasure through each other. If not, then I shall change as I am into a more appropriate form."

It amused her that it didn't seem to click with him that she had already been wooed. That she just explained that, if it did not work with her in her natural form, then she would change herself to make it work. That, no matter how he performed… he was hers, just as she was his.

Instead, his eyes narrowed in determination upon hearing her challenge. “Well," he said, grinning at her suddenly, his eyes sparkling. “I already proved last night that I can pleasure you in this form. That just means that you have to pleasure me as you are, no?"

She blinked at that. Then she frowned, tilting her head. “That… does fulfil the letter of my words," she admitted, frowning. She didn't even feel bashful then for admitting, indirectly, that he had pleasured her so the night prior. Really, she just felt… flattered. That he thought her so attractive as she was now, differences and all, that he would find loopholes so that she needn't change her form for him.

Even if she hoped they could achieve mutual pleasure at the same time.

“Excellent!" he declared, clapping his hands together and rubbing them furiously. Then he grinned at her. “Then we should get to it, no?"

Amusement filled her, flashing through her eyes as she stared at him. “Very well," she agreed, dipping her head. “How would you like to use me to try and pleasure yourself? My body… is yours."

Once more, her blatant declaration of his success went over his head. Instead, his eyes sparkled. “On your back would be easiest," he said, and she quirked a brow, wondering at what he had planned. All the same, she just mentally shrugged and rolled over, onto her back.

Her human immediately took in her soft underbelly, his eyes drinking in her svelte form. Then his gaze landed on her slit in her crotch… and she felt herself moisten, ever so slightly. That 'slightly' increased a great deal, however, as he made a beeline for her hindquarters, her tail lazily coiling and shifting among the grass.

Then he climbed atop her, while she watched with her head craned between her forelegs as he got himself to an appropriate position. It amused her, and also somewhat aroused her, to see that her sex was big enough that his entire body could likely fit inside of her… and honestly, if he was willing at some point, she was interested in trying that.

For now, however, she just clenched her entrance as tightly shut as possible, doing her best to make sure that he enjoyed his reward. Even if she almost certainly wouldn't feel much.

Those words, ringing in her head, were only slightly disproven immediately upon him dropping his pants. Her brows rose in interest, as her human grabbed his shaft, which was very large… for his species and size, she was certain. Perhaps a foot long, and as thick around as three of his fingers. Genuinely impressive… but not nearly large enough for her to receive as much pleasure as he would get.

But he would be able to get pleasure from her, that was for certain.

“Gods your sexy," he breathed, her sharp hearing barely able to pick it up. All the same, it made her blush. Her blush only deepened as he angled himself, pressing his crown against her clenched slit. There was something so… erotic¸ about seeing a man of his stature, getting ready to attempt to breed her. Especially when he was smaller than her hindleg.

She felt the faintest bit of pressure from where he was pressing his cock into her, and she focused on tightening her slit even more there. Her human groaned in pleasure, immediately fulfilling her requirements, as he slowly forced his way inside of her, actually having to use a lot of his strength to beat her piercing resistance. (AN: I am so sorry, but I had to!) She crooned encouragingly at him, not lessening her grip at all.

And then he slid past her entrance and inside of her canal, the rest of his length following suit as his crotch slapped against her own. She was immediately in such bliss that she almost came. Almost. It wasn't that he felt amazing inside of her, though he truly did… just not in the typical, physical sense. He felt amazing inside of her… because she wanted it to. She loved him, and she knew it… and there was nothing like being so completely connected with the one you love.

And, while he hadn't explicitly stated as much (as she had not either), she was certain that he loved her as well.

“So good~," she moaned, leaning her head back. Her human chuckled at her words, though she paid his amusement no mind. She need not explain herself in this manner… though she would, should he ask.

And then she felt his crotch slapping against her slit and crotch furiously, though admittedly, she only really felt the impact of his hips against her crotch. That was enough, as the knowledge of what he was doing made her feel incredible.

That was when her cheating human proved he was a filthy cheater, by inserting his hand to the upper part of her slit and immediately finding her internal clit. She shrieked as she came, her walls spasming around his length, and his hand, in rapid, undulating movements as her vision flashed. All the while, her human did not stop his attempts at breeding her!

But far, far too soon, right as she came down from her climactic high, he hilted himself inside of her… and groaned as she faintly felt his cock pulse through her entrance's grip. Simultaneously, she felt a very hot liquid spurting inside of her, and it was bliss~.

And also went on for a lot longer than she felt was normal.

“I think," her human said, panting only slightly as he caressed alongside her mound. She lifted her head, which was pleasantly buzzing with pleasure, to look at him curiously. He grinned at her. “That I'm not quite satisfied yet… and I believe our compatibility needs further testing~."

She blinked at him. Then she grinned. “I am yours to do with as you please," she swore to him.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry that he still didn't understand her confession.