"Hey!" Fahreal shouted as he looks upwards to the thief; Typhim.
"Getting really heated there bud. Don't forget why we're here in the first place.-" He walks towards his place while holding me up by my armpits.
"Sit down here, and don't cross your legs." I was curious about the little detail until I he goes to my side, sitting down— back facing me—, and laying down to rest his head on my thighs.
"Haaah... Always knew you had such delicate thighs." A look of complete ecstasy was plastered on his face. A familiar blush appears on mine.
"And so warm too. Great for cold-blooded beastmen like me." He nuzzles his head making the redness of my cheeks rage even more.
"I-I uhm... I'm pleased to satiate your p-prefences." My hand makes its way to scratch my cheek as I turn away from embarrassment.
I haven't really acknowledge that Typhim is cold-blooded. Some beastmen of his species, or those that could be cold-blooded, had adopted the trait of having warm blood. Wrapping him in warm things should be expected then this upcoming winter, but him using me as a source of heat would probably be his first choice I guess.
Looking down at his still blissful face, my hand travels down to his nose. Unknowingly, I started to stroke his muzzle which made his delight turn tenfold. His smile opens wider and his tail wags intensely.
"Right there...~" I find myself surprised by his flirty tone though my hand didn't stop.
"Harder.~ My scales are quite tough." Following his order, I press my digits deeper onto the shark's face.
"That's it.~" His voice turns deep and hoarse. After a few more strokes I decided to do a different approach.
"Yes! Right there!~" He shouts out when I gave the same attention to his belly. His tail gives a few slaps to the ground.
"I guess this is how I can handle you with your antics." Despite the passionate moment I was still able to make a jab towards Typhim.
But the session was soon interrupted by a tug that I felt on my arms. I was soon removed from the shark beastman and was met with Sar. Typhim's head hit the ground with a noticeable thud.
"Ack! Why did you do that for?!" He scratched his head as he looked at the other pursuer.
"I think you should take your words from earlier to heart." A smug grin meets me when I face the lion's direction.
After walking a few meters, he sat me down— cross-legged— and put himself behind me. He puts a hand to my torso, pushing my back to his chest. As we made contact his other hand also goes to my front, then both wrap me in a soft embrace.
"Such an adorable thing you are.~" A chuckle follows his words, a red tint appears once more on my cheeks.
"Gods, you all will be the death of me." I cover my face in frustration in being constantly flustered with every interaction with the six princes.
I was replied with smirks and chuckles from them.
"Well you did ask for this.-" Sar then holds my chin, lifting it up to meet his half-lidded eyes.
"- After all, you're now ours.~" His lips inches towards my face and leaves a quick kiss onto my nose.
From the many times I have blushed I'm surprised I haven't yet suffered from the heat.
I snapped my head away quickly which made the lion behind me laugh again.
"You're too easy to tease!"
"You all tease too much."
"Why wouldn't we? You're just so adorable, especially when you're blushing madly like that."
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One Servant Six Princes.
Romance"Me, a servant, now pursued by six princes?" From what he has recalls to this day the human, Quinnii, has lived as both a servant and a weapon of war. Though more than adequate for said roles, he was still casted out from many kingdoms that he has a...
