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shivered. Her breasts peaked and strained against her halter.
    Following the trail down her belly that she'd made earlier, his hand covered her mound. She might have expected the claws to be harsh, but the pads beneath them were soft as velvet. When he touched her clit with one, she closed her eyes and bit her lip with a soft moan.
    It was evidently all the encouragement he needed.
    He rubbed the nub there gently, as though exploring. Lita whimpered and unconsciously pressed into him. She used her hands to leverage herself against his chest. Though his body seemed well protected in the armor-like scales, his belly was supple, like collagen or cartilage, strong but pliable. She could feel a heartbeat beneath her palms. The creature rolled a finger on her clit, sweeping atop her over-sensitized bud. She was panting, building to her release. He complied with the unspoken request, stroking faster, his fingers delving just at the edge of her tender folds. The droning of the room streamed in her head, to her throat, making her mouth water with what could be categorized as liquid desire. With each swallow she grunted a little, the heat rising by degrees in her body. In moments, Lita was grinding against his large padded finger, wishing he would shove it inside her and knowing he couldn't without risking serious injury to her.
    “Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered in time to his rubbing, grabbing blindly for his cock, needing both hands to wrap around it. He groaned and stiffened; so stunned, it seemed, that for a moment he stopped touching her.
    The room swam and shook her head, grinding all the harder against him. As if he needed more of an explanation, she began stroking his cock. It was slippery and easy and she went faster still. The climax came within her and she lunged against him, too weak to stand. Her cry was nothing more than a dry rasp. In another moment, he howled his own release.
     
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    When she woke up, the slime was there, but more dense, definitely easier to remove. The skin reaction was more prominent, too, making her scratch and wish for her shea butter lotion. She couldn't wait to get to the lagoon to rinse the rest of the goop off and soothe the itching. She caught the shuffling noises, but wasn't as apprehensive as before when she saw the Amazonian creature coming to her. He held what looked like half a rock in one giant webbed hand.
    She hoped it was something edible. Instead it was a half geode filled with fish oil. She watched as he dipped two fingers in it and rubbed with care and tenderness over the inflammation below her knees. She examined his large, black eyes and then his scaly taloned fingers, amazed that he could be so gentle. Never before had she seen anything very sexy about feet, especially hers. Yet she found it not just soothing but seductive when he wound his oiled finger pads between her toes, massaging the soles of her feet and rubbing her ankles between his palms until they were warm.
    While she was reflecting on how well the oil he had used worked, playing with the idea of how to market it, he brought in coconuts and strips of dried fish which she resolutely tried not to think about while she chewed them like overcooked chicken nuggets. She noticed he seemed entranced with her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when she used her teeth to tear the fish into bite-sized pieces. While she ate, he spread the oil along her shoulders.
    He pulled aside her hair exposing her neck. Next she felt his tongue along her shoulder. It could have been abhorrent; instead it was warm and slightly rough, much like the stroke of a cat. She tilted her head more, to let him know she liked it. He brushed a claw down her back, making her shiver.
    Granted, this oil and his expert administration of it was actually quite pleasant, but why the annoying slime in the first place? He moved, setting aside the geode of oil—she had started to question whether it was truly from a fish—and she smiled