[SNEAK PEEK]I Don't Mind
Leem can only get up when Samek says they can.
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I Don’t Mind By Limewah Gift story for FallBeneathTheEarth, featuring their character 18+ SNEAK PEEK
He’s not that pushy. It’s fine. I don’t mind.
I like it when he comes into my room from the forest and makes himself at home. It’s nice when he comes by, especially when he looks at me with those pretty blue eyes, and they swirl, and my mind swirls, and I fall into him, and just when I start to drown…
He looks away from me and pushes his sandstone coloured, copper-speckled flesh into my stomach.
A lot of sensations hit me at once. Some of them are a little unpleasant.
All my body heat is being contained by Samek’s coils - the same colour as his face, with strands and flecks of butter-yellow. I feel like I’m wrapped in a space-heater, even though I know the heat’s coming from me, not from the naga.
I shake my head - as much as I can, anyway. Samek’s wedged my head in a divot he made from a length of coils, a bit like a huge neck pillow.
How did I get here? Why was I thinking like that for a moment?
I know the answer for that.
“You smell sssso nice…”
He sniffs me, inhaling long and deep like he’s preparing to dig into a big hearty meal. But he doesn’t bite me. He just pushes his face as deep as he can into my russet stomach and rubs himself right into it, getting a proper faceful of red panda gut.
His squishy nose, his smooth skin, and his nibbling teeth… how could I not squirm? Although I can’t squirm all that much in those thick piles of coil, still pinning me to my bed. He matches all of my tugs and pushes with more weight; I’m not moving till he allows me to.
Might as well try and enjoy it, I guess.
His left hand has grabbed a fistful of my stomach. His nails aren’t quite sharp enough to do more than tickle a little, and I can’t really pretend it doesn’t feel nice.
The other hand is fondling and stroking up and down my white and red ringed tail. That part of me is a lot more sensitive; my tail tip flicks and wiggles, and the only thing keeping it from pulling free from his possessive grip is the tight loop of scales wrapped around the middle.
He’s way stronger than me - of course he is. He’s a naga. His lower ‘half’ (more like his lower four-fifths) is almost pure bone and muscle, dense and dextrous. And I don’t even get to enjoy their cold-blooded coolness, since he’s currently stealing my heat.
I groan, letting him know of my discomfort, and he looks at me again.
Actually, the coils feel really good. And he’s smiling at me, with his big pretty sharp teeth, and I like smiling back at him when he looks at me and smiles at me. It’s nice when he does it. I feel really nice. I like to look at him. I don’t mind that he’s groping me…
…within reason.