I woke to the sensation of warm silk sliding across my bare skin.
Not sheets—something alive.
Lilithara’s tail had coiled loosely around my waist during the night, the smooth, leathery length resting possessively over my hipbone like a living belt. Her wings were half-draped over us both, creating a cocoon of deep burgundy membrane that filtered the morning light into a soft, b****y glow. Her breasts pressed against my back, n*****s already stiff again, dragging gently every time she breathed. One clawed hand cupped my mound from behind, not moving, just… holding. Claiming.
My c**t throbbed at the contact even though I was still half-asleep.
I shifted and immediately regretted it. The slight friction of her palm against my swollen folds sent a bright spark up my spine. A sleepy, throat
