He turns slightly away as his hand settles along his middle, palm down, fingers splayed over his tail. When his fingers press between his scales and into what I can only imagine is his slit, I stop breathing. My eyes widen as my lips part. Instead of turning away like I know I should, I reach up and check that my mask is still firmly in place.
Krellix’s chin drops to his chest as the tips of fingers rub up and down the length of his slit, where the contours of a slight bulge have begun to form.
My cheeks burst into flame as I realize I am watching him pleasure himself, even if he’s not fully aware of what he’s doing.Is he aware? Male nagas must pleasure themselves, right?Iknow enough about male naga anatomy and what happens when they’re aroused from what Daisy and Shelby have said, anxiety hits me that at any moment, his cock is going to spring out of him.
Is he… aroused?
Or maybe he’s merely cleaning himself?
A taboo curiosity hits me, playing into the few times I’ve tried imagining what it would be like being with a naga physically. For a time when I first began living with Zaku and Daisy, I was keenly aware that I might be the only woman on the entire planet not sleeping with a naga. Then, after a few months, I was literally surrounded by attractive males who would kill to have the chance to try with me. So of course I’ve tried to picture it.
And with how lovey-dovey Daisy and Zaku are…I nearly roll my eyes. It’s a wonder that Daisy hasn’t gotten pregnant again.
Waiting for Krellix’s cock to emerge, a slow-building horror fills me that it might just actually happen. Shifting back slightly, I glance around for an escape route even though my chances of him not hearing me aren’t good. Still, I should try to leave anyway, but peering at the uneven forest floor behind me, covered with twigs, clover, and grass, I make no move to back away. If I want to get out of here, I’m going to have to stand and risk creeping away.
A groaning noise fills my ears followed quickly with a prolonged low hiss. Driving my gaze back to Krellix’s face rather than his middle, I find his expression strained, his brow furrowed with the wrinkle deep between his eyes. My own eyes drop to the flattened palm pressing the middle of his waist as he curls it into a tight fist.
With my heart hammering, I hold as still as possible as he pulls his tail from the water and back to shore.
I pray he doesn’t hear the pounding in my chest, but he suddenly stiffens, and looks up again. His head snaps in my direction and hearing a low growl from his mouth, I half-clamber, half-dodge farther back behind the tree.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“What are you doing there, Julia?” he hisses, clearly having seen me like I knew he would.
Or smelled me. He might have gotten my scent.I curse some more.
Getting to my feet, I step out from behind the tree and face him, forcing my eyes to stay on his. It doesn’t last more than a second as I glance down anyway to check for his cock, absolutely unable to help it.I’ve always wondered what they look like…I bet his cock will be golden brown like the rest of him.
Except,he’s completely smooth where his slit is. Hesitating on the area, I don’t know if I’m relieved or… disappointed.
Unable to believe how lewd my thoughts are suddenly, I turn away, hoping he can’t read them on my face. “I was just coming to see where you went. That’s all.” The words should be easy but I choke them out. “The others have settled, and Quinton and Olivia are already asleep.”
He pulls his wet hair over his shoulder and squeezes the excess water out as he peers at the forest behind me. “You do not need to sneak around to do that.” His lips twist on the words but a wave of heat darkens his eyes when his gaze next meets mine. “I was washing off the pig mess after butchering it.”
I glance down at the slabs of meat, and the discarded carcass that is now visible to me among the rocks along the riverbank. “Will there be a fire tonight?”
“Only long enough for the meat to be edible for you humanssss,” he hisses, shaking his head.
I take a step back. “I guess I’ll go get started on it and wake the others.”
“If they are assssleeep, let them rest,” he says quickly, stopping me. “They will need it for tomorrow. They can eat later, if they wake, or in the morning.”
“What about the meat? It’ll go bad if it’s not cooked.”
Krellix grabs the slabs of meat with his hand, and turns from the water. He slips through the long grasses lining the riverbank and heads straight towards me. He comes to a stop in front of me. After what I might have just spied on him doing, I barely manage to meet his gaze.
Despite my mask being on, I suck in a breath through my nose anyway, getting a whiff of his musky spice through the cloth. My body thrums and heats, immediately wanting to inhale more of it. Watching his expression to see if he notices me the way I notice him, my gaze flicks to the bloody pig meat I’d temporarily forgotten about.
Gripping some of it in his hand, he lifts it. “So? We will cook it now. Away from them.”
Around where I’m standing, he sweeps his tail across the grassy patch ground, making me step back as it passes by. He quickly clears the area of twigs and brush, sending the debris flying to the sides. After, he pulls back in choice branches and scattered stones with his tailtip, creating a pile of kindling in the middle between us.
It’s clear he’s built a fire before. He’s probably done it during his times helping others. I’m thankful for it. I could do it, if I had to, but I’m no expert at it. It would take me a while.
He hands me the meat to hold while he creates a pile. Sorting through with his hands, he picks out several stones and some damp moss. Rubbing the stones together, he eventually starts a small fire of spitting flames. But once they get going, I set themeat down on a clean rock by the water and take over, gradually adding more kindling to the pile.
