Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

"hiss......"

The dragon's body trembled noticeably; his body was telling him that it felt good, so good, and he wanted more.

But his reason told him to push her away, or he would hurt her.

"Provoking the devil? You're getting bolder and bolder." He spoke fiercely, resisting your advances with his last shred of reason. He couldn't let you get away with this anymore.

But you remained unmoved: "Don't move. Staying close like this will make you more comfortable. I won't leave. Don't waste your energy. Don't you know what kind of person I am? I can't leave you!" You almost shouted yourself hoarse by the end of your sentence.

He was still panting; it seemed he had finally accepted the reality that you wouldn't leave...

The restless body calmed down at this moment...

Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, you propped yourself up again, wanting to check his wounds.

"You said you wouldn't let me move? Keep going." The large, scale-covered hand grabbed yours and pressed it forcefully against its exposed skin.

Take your hand and gently wipe those wounds.

"From your chest... to your lower abdomen... your hands... what 'wounds' were found?"

Heavy breathing, blood-red and pale wounds, and flesh torn open, covered in dust and gravel—everything about them was stimulating.

"You used to be so daring, touching all over the place... So... be even bolder..."

That nimble tail had somehow wrapped itself around your body, and its sharp tip easily sliced ​​through the clothes he had once personally chosen for you.

You instinctively flinched as the torn clothes slipped off.

A warm hug will pull you into its embrace.

"Why are you shaking? Hmm?"

The panting breaths and whispers were like thousands of ants swarming into your ears, crawling down and gnawing at your heart—that was their food.

"If you want a demon to obey, you always have to pay a price." The hot breath sprayed in his ear.

Your once-peeping lips traced their way down your skin, your high, straight nose brushing against the skin that was beginning to turn slightly red.

"Do you know what you smell like right now?" His voice was scorching hot.

"Like cherry wine...both hot and sweet..."

A warm, moist tongue traces across your neck.

"Hmm..." you hummed softly.

He seemed to derive great pleasure from that low gasp.

The tail that was wrapped around your waist suddenly tightened, its scales scraping against your delicate skin, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably from the pain.

As if sensing something, it loosened its grip slightly and began to climb upwards.

"Your hands are shaking so badly you can't touch it?" The devil's breath still lingered in my ear. "Beg me, and I'll help you."

From the lower abdomen down, the cumbersome fabric disappeared without a trace.

Only the hard, sharp scales remained.

Your hand brushed along the scales.

Why is your breathing so heavy?

You lay panting on his chest, his tail having somehow coiled around you both.

"Didn't you say you would help me heal my wounds?"

"Yes...it was me who said it..." You feel like your brain is severely oxygen-deprived.

The tense atmosphere, and the dragon's presence, made it hard for you to breathe.