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Despite my reservations, I kept falling into the idea that one day I would belong to Mastorr. That one day I would offer myself to him for claiming.

The thought of belonging to another man used to terrify me. After leaving Mountain, I’d vowed that I would remain alone. Because remaining alone was the safe option. If I was alone, I couldn’t get hurt.

But maybe I’d made a mistake, and maybe it was okay for a complete change of plans. A plot twist.

Hell, I’d never expected toseea real live Sasquatch, let alone to fall for one. But here I was, letting a sexy Montikaan get up close and personal with my lady bits.

He paused his ministrations to lift his thumb from my clit, only to lower his face between my thighs. As he resumed shoving his fingers in and out, he circled my clit with his tongue, and the steady growls he issued continually vibrated over my most sensitive area.

I reached for his head, tangled my fingers into his soft fur, and cried out as a thunderous climax swept over me. My legs trembled and my toes curled. I gasped for breath as I rode the waves of bliss to completion, the orgasm going on and on, until I lay panting for air and unable to move in the aftermath of bliss.

Mastorr lifted me and settled me in his lap, holding me close as he stroked my hair. He tightened his arms around me and though no words passed between us, I felt his affection for me like a vibrant warm light surrounding me. I pressed my ear to his chest.Thump thump thump.

Chapter29

MASTORR

The tasteof Liv’s arousal lingered on my tongue. I pressed my face into her hair and breathed deep of her scent. She squirmed on my lap, her bare bottom rubbing over my cock. As she shifted further, I became aware of the wet heat that caressed me, and my shaft throbbed harder.

She’d squirmed around until her pussy was nestled directly over my cock, and I doubted it was an accident, because she seemed perfectly content to remain in this position, her slick warmth pressed upon me.

She placed her hands on my chest and peered up at me, her gaze heated, her lips parted slightly. We hadn’t spoken yet. Not since she’d climaxed on my tongue. I hoped she’d enjoyed it as much as I thought she had. I hoped she would want me to do it again.

“Wow,” she said, a blush tinting her cheeks. “It’s been about fifteen minutes, and I still can’t feel my legs.”

“Can’t feel your legs?” Confusion swept over me. “Is-is that good?” I asked, needing clarification. She appeared content and there was a dreamy look about her, but I needed to be certain.

“Oh, it’s quite good.” She patted my chest. “It means you left me feeling weightless and drained of all energy—that’s how good you made me feel.”

I beamed at her, glad that she’d truly enjoyed herself.

She laughed. “Well, you look awfully pleased with yourself, Mastorr.”

“I am quite pleased,” I said. “Pleased that you enjoyed my tongue on your pussy. I enjoyed the taste of you, Liv, and I look forward to licking your smooth folds in the future.” I tilted my head to the side. “Why are you smooth and hairless between your thighs, sweet one? I’ve heard some human females possess hair on their pussy, but that others do not.”

A smile grazed her lips. “I’m pretty sure I never got hair on my pussy, or my legs or underneath my arms, because I’m half-Vaxxlian,” she said. “I got a little bit of peach fuzz on my arms, but that’s it. As for other women… well, permanent hair removal treatments are extremely popular.”

“Ah, your Vaxxlian half. That makes sense. But it is shocking to me that some human females intentionally have their nether hair removed. Why is it… popular?”

“It’s considered fashionable, I guess. And it can make some women feel sexy. Lots of men get their nether hair removed too.” Her fingers trailed through my chest fur as she idly stroked me.

“Thank you for answering my questions. I hope I didn’t cause offense. I truly adore your pussy, Liv, and I think it’s perfect the way it is.”

Her eyes twinkled, and she pressed her lips together, as though trying to keep herself from laughing. “Thank you, Mastorr. That’s sweet of you to say.” She sighed. “I only wish I’d gotten the Vaxxlian size and strength. Most Vaxxlians are tall and muscular. Even their females are on the large side. I’d love to be physically strong so I could better defend myself. If I were stronger…” Her voice trailed off, and I held her tighter.

“You might not be as physically strong as a Vaxxlian or a Montikaan,” I said, “but you are brave, Liv, and your soul radiates beauty. It will be my honor to be your muscle whenever you have need of it. I will use my strength to protect you but never to hurt you.” I leaned down to place a lingering kiss to her forehead.

When I straightened, she shot me a wobbly smile. She appeared on the verge of tears, her lips quivering, her eyes gleaming with moisture.

“Liv? Sweet one? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mastorr. Just… I can’t believe you’re real. I’m not talking about the fact that you’re a Montikaan and until recently, I didn’t know your kind existed. I’m talking about how perfectyouare. You’re patient and calm, affectionate and sweet, and when I’m with you, I don’t need to pretend to be someone I’m not. I don’t need to pretend to be strong when I’m feeling uncertain or weak. I can be myself and that’s okay.” She blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek, but I was quick to wipe it away.

“Who did you used to pretend to be?” I asked, wanting to better understand her past.

“A happily married woman who loved her husband, even though he terrified me. Even though I secretly longed to leave him. Even though deep down I despised him. Sometimes I hated myself for how compliant I was, for how frequently I would smile and tell him I loved him. Other times, I would convince myself that he must love me, and I would make excuses for his bad moods and his violence, and I would fool myself into thinking I was lucky to have him. So much pretending. So much lying to myself and the whole world.” A faint shudder ran through her, and a few more tears cascaded down her face. Again, I wiped the moisture away.

“I am sorry for the pain you endured, sweet one. I wish I could make you forget. But I am glad you can be yourself around me. I hope it will always be this way between us. I don’t want you to feel as though you must pretend. I wantyou, Liv. The real you.”

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