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He notices her little shake right away, freezes, and commits that spot he just touched to memory. A small protrusion above the folds. He watches her nodding, and nods in return. Understood.

Going right back to that spot, he licks it again tentatively, and then with more soft pressure. He wraps his lips and tongue around the little bud of flesh, enveloping it gently with the warmth of his mouth. If her reaction is good, he will add a little suction there.

He watches her and listens intently; even her tiniest movement and the sound of her breath does not escape his notice.

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It's embarrassing, to be the sole focus of his attention, even if the monstrous part of her is fuelled by it. The new reptile soul that she has growing stronger inside her craves this, the urge to sink her teeth in again so different from the spectral that had been the dominant force for so many months. The urge to wrap around him, steal his heat, his warmth, everything she can take wars with her uncertainty and shyness, leaving her shivering under him.

As he moves, as he lets his tongue work her over, pleasure her, legs wrap around him and squeeze, her back arching just a little. She wishes, she thinks, that she could touch him properly, that her fingers could sink into his hair and she could feel the softness of it, to twist and pull gently as she feels the pleasure rise, but she cannot.

All she can do is whimper for him.

Lauralae covers her face with one arm, flushed and breathless, her hips rolling against him on instinct, begging for more of something she does not know.

"Dedue... Please..."