Nidhogg's hand was an ancient instrument of pleasure, moving with an unrelenting firmness and an intimacy that only a creature who knew the essence of life could possess. Each movement was an affirmation, a claim. She wasn't just touching him; she was studying him, savoring every reaction, every tremor, every muscle contraction.
But she wanted more.
With a fluid, silent movement, she drew even closer, her colossal body molding perfectly to his back. Kael felt the water shift, and then felt something infinitely softer and heavier pressing against his back. Her breasts, enormous and firm, crushed against his shoulders and upper back, the warm skin and soft scales creating an electrifying contrast. Her hard nipples brushed against his skin, sending new shocks of pleasure throughout his body.
