Her eyebrow shot up in surprise as i bolted the door, her eyes flicking from the door then back to me.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion and hesitation, her tail flicking nervously behind her.
I turned fully toward her, leaning against the door with a casual shrug.
"Since you're so worried your parents will catch us, I locked the door. Gives us some privacy, right?"
She stammered, her hands twisting in the bedsheet, her cheeks still pink. "But... but you... you're supposed to... I mean..."
"Relax," I cut her off, pushing off the door and taking a step closer. "You're worrying too much. No one's coming in now."
"But..." She mumbled, her thighs pressed together. I could see it—the hesitation. It was coming back. her body language was shifting from aroused to uncertain. If I didn't push now, I'd miss my chance, and I'd kick myself later for letting an opportunity like this pass me by.
So, I began making my move, taking a few steps towards her, then squatting down in front of her.
"You haven't done this before, have you?" I asked, keeping my tone soft and gentle.
Her face turned beet red and she quickly turned her head away, staring at the wall. She couldn't even muster a word, just a tiny nod that wasn't quite a nod.
I smiled, reaching out but not yet touching. "Hey, It's nothing to be ashamed of. Really."
"Wha—" she stammered, finally glancing back at me.
I nodded. "Yeah. It's okay if you don't want to do anything. We can stop right here."
In my head, though, I was already plotting.
It's do or die.
My hand moved to her thigh, my fingers tracing up the smooth skin, stopping well short of the damp heat between her legs.
"If you don't want it, I'll let you be," I said, standing up slowly.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at me. "But... it's your room. You don't have to leave."
"I'll come back later," I replied, turning toward the door. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable." My hand gripped the handle, heady to open it.
"Wait—stop!" she called out, her voice urgent.
A perverted, triumphant grin spread across my lips—hidden from her view.
Yes!
My plan had worked like a charm. Now I was gonna bang this beast girl like crazy. I controlled my expression into something neutral and turned back. "What is it?"
She hesitated, biting her lip, her tail curling and uncurling behind her. "I... I don't want you to go."
'You don't?' I asked innocently, stepping closer again.
She nodded, her blush deepening. "I want you to... to make me feel good. Like you did with my tail, and my... my—"
"Tits?" I finished for her, crouching back down in front of her.
Her cheeks turned beet red, but she nodded, turning her head away.
That was all the invitation I needed.
My hands went to her knees, parting her thighs slowly. I tugged her tunic up, bunching the fabric at her waist to reveal her glistening pink folds, slick with arousal, framed by a neat patch of dark hair that matched her tail. The sight made my cock throb harder.
She tensed, trying to press her legs together, but I held them open, my grip steady.
"You look beautiful like this," I murmured, my voice low and rough.
A soft moan escaped her, her resistance melting as her thighs relaxed just a bit.
"Be gentle," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly with uncertainty and growing desire.