Chapter 333: The spring he could never enjoy, the summer he could never taste (M)
"Nat," a voice like a morning bird.
"Nat," a kiss with a refreshing spell flowed into his veins, seeping into his exhausted cells. "Nat!"
He opened his eyes to that whining voice, his lips stretched by themselves at the adorable little pout above him.
"You said you won’t stop!" Valen whined, grasping his nape and shooting even mode rejuvenating mana inside him.
"Just a bit of rest, mm?" Natha held the smaller man, who as usual, possessed a never-ending stamina unbefitting his stature. "I’m not sleeping or anything."
"Liar!"
That adorable pout again. Natha chuckled and pulled the human--who looked more like a druid every day--to lay on top of him, peppering the fair shoulder with more kiss marks. He heard the sound of a disappointed sigh, and fought the urge to bite the naughty little minx in his embrace.
How many hours had it been? How many times had he emptied his seed inside Valen? If the man could carry, Natha was sure he would have impregnated Valen by now, regardless of all the remedy they drank in the morning after. Or afternoon, depending on Valen’s level of satisfaction.
Who would have thought this man was nothing but a clueless virgin who reddened with just a simple caress and trembled with a mere kiss just a few months ago? He broke the dam and the innocent lamb became a promiscuous shepperd.
That time when Valen confined him for three days above the sky, Natha felt his pride was crushed in sexual matter for the first time. He was the demon that the courtesans could never handle, and he was made to beg in front of his sweet little lover who seemed to have an insatiable appetite.
Natha patted the back of the snuggling human that could go toe toe-to-toe with lust demons. "Isn’t it also nice to just cuddle like this?"