Just making sure it's nothing serious, right?

Mystril really did think it over fully. She did her best, and genuinely worked her way through the list of risks, the possible benefits. She did a full cost analysis, and of course this charade was marred entirely by the fact that she wasn’t really capable of solving this logically. She couldn’t even really pretend. Aiden of course wasn’t a model. He was fit enough, and he didn’t look bad, but under ordinary circumstances he certainly wouldn’t be Mystril’s type. It was actually mortifying to be so warped by her biology. This was a stranger, and Mystril was ready to leap on him.

She watched him though, as he watched his food cook. She could smell him. The light sweat. What she smelled was male. Some primal lizard part of her brain was crying out desperately for it. So sheepishly she caved, “I’ll give, fine.” Aiden turned over his shoulder from his food he was so intently monitoring, and gave her a quizzical look. She elaborated, sheepishly adding, “Down there.” Aiden followed her gaze, and then straightened his posture as he vaguely gestured, “Like, private pelvic region?”

Mystril only nodded, now looking at the ground. She glanced up, watching the way his bicep was framed by his chest. How large this man was. Aiden nodded slowly, watching this woman through a new lens. He understood why this was uncomfortable for her now. He replied simply, “I can take a look at it, if you’d like.” Mystril gave him an exasperated look, and scowled at him, “Don’t make it weird!” Aiden realized that this wasn’t medical at all. He could tell by the flush in her cheeks, and the way she seemed to shrink. His gaze moved lower, to the collar that sat oh so low on her chest.

Her pouting face was uncomfortably cute, not anything he could ever see like ‘that’. It almost made him uncomfortable, but those damn eyes had a strange effect on him. Aiden added, more casually in an attempt to appease her, “Sorry, it’s not exactly my area of expertise. Could figure out more about what was done to you at the hospital though.” The discomfort in her gaze didn’t lesson, and she didn’t seem to be any more appeased by that statement. He took her expectant look to mean agreement.

Dismissively he suggested rather than ordered, “Well, take the shorts off I guess.” As Aiden made his way over, Mystril reclined back on the bed so that her legs were in the air. Then gripping the elastic waistband of her shorts she pulled them up, and off. It gave Aiden quite the show, the illustrious slit between her legs framed between her thighs. Once the shorts were off of her, she sat them by her head, and parted her legs to either side. She avoided his gaze as he sat in the chair, locking her focus on the ceiling above.

It hit him like a head blow. He could smell her, and in fact he had been smelling her since he woke up. For lack of a better word the entire room was perfumed with the smell of her sex. Now getting close to its origin it finally clicked. Without his behest he found his own anatomy leaping to full mast, and he uncomfortably adjusted it through the material of his shorts. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to do this one clinically.

Mystril looked to the ceiling, and avoided his gaze like somehow not interacting with him exonerated her of any guilt for what could happen. She would be completely fine if he took her. This was implicit trust. She heard him settle into his seat, and heard his breath grow slightly unsteady much to her excitement. He apologized briefly before he moved her very animated tail out of his way, and then spoke with faux calmness, “I’m gonna need to touch you. Let me know if you want me to stop, or if you feel any discomfort.” Mystril again protested, “Don’t make it-” Then, she felt as two fingers parted her sex, and she forgot what she was about to complain about. She felt her insides quiver at the exposure to the air.

Aiden parted the slit between the two perfect outer lips with both his index fingers, looking to the sleek curves of Mystril’s abdomen as her breath rose, and fell rapidly. Even outside of her interior the flesh was damp, and his fingers were already slick with her natural lubricant. The inside was actually closer to an anatomical illustration than the real deal. It didn’t look like any of it formed so much as it was installed.

Atop her splayed gash was her clitoris, miniscule as a grain of sand, and glistening as round as a pearl. Her inner lips were hardly ridges spread like this, two lines of chicken flesh that ran along the interior of her outer lips, framing that oh so tantalizing hole. The tight ring of muscle that made Mystril’s entrance quivered, convulsing, and twitching with the motions of her tail. Aiden could vividly imagine it. How soft, and warm she would be. He could vividly envision how tightly she would grip him. He felt his diligent erection surge, somehow getting even harder.

Mystril was aflame with expectation. Already, just by such slight contact the heat at her core was spreading outwards, and making her thoughts hard to organize. She could feel his breath, could hear when it caught in his throat. Her legs quivered slightly in anticipation. She could even feel it in her tail. It was as if she was tensioned tight like a high yield spring. Any sort of **** was swept away on a tidal wave of impulse.

The third finger came next, after some trepidation. It brushed gently against the edge of her entrance, and pulled against the ring of muscle spreading her further. At this, Mystril, despite herself, let out a small mewl. Then the finger moved up, slowly, and diligently towards that oh so sensitive pleasure button. Her body reacted, and every muscle in her lower half tensed at once as a warmth spread downward through the muscles in her legs, and down to her toes. She felt her tail spasm. Then, Mystril felt his breath again. Her mind raced with anticipation, her breath grew rapid, and ragged. He hadn’t even touched it yet.

Aiden was enraptured, and the pretense of examination was quickly slipping away. He had no excuse for touching her there aside from the desire to masturbate her. No, he wanted to taste her. Her could see how fast she was breathing now, how hard she was breathing. He could sense just how badly her body cried for this. Some small part of his brain though still clung to the reality that taking advantage of her in this state was tantamount to ****. So he was slow, and methodical as he moved towards it. Thankfully for him, he didn’t need to come to his senses.

When the microwave went off, that spell was broken. Mystril literally jumped. She nearly kicked Aiden in the head. It was nearly only because Aiden had jumped even further, and was now a solid two paces away from the woman. Aiden turned to the microwave, adjusting his erection quickly to hide it in his waistband as he started moving for his food. He practically vomited, “It uh, looks fine to me.” Mystril sat up, placing her still quivering feet down on the chair again. Her wetness quite literally was leaving a snail trail on the foot of the red sleeping bag. Her insides ached, and her head was spinning. She could only nod as Aiden awkwardly turned to face her again, now at a safe standoff distance. He walked backwards like she might leap at him to collect his food.

Mystril almost felt like she had been betrayed being left so close to the edge, and she couldn’t bring herself to finish on her own. Her mind vaguely grappled with the fact that her body was screaming that it needed to reproduce just as badly as it needed food, or water. As though she would die without it. Her legs were shaking, and she could barely conjure a sentence in her mind let alone say it. She realized she was a mess.

Likewise, Aiden had never had a harder erection. This was probably harder than the first time he saw a naked woman actually, and that was after years of being pent up. He stirred his meal, trying to think of anything but that smell which still hung around him, and clung to his fingers. He desperately wanted to taste her, but he wouldn’t let her know that. If that threshold was crossed, things would be very different for both of them.

She looked at him, glassy eyed, legs still quivering like she was somehow unstable. Her tail was dancing rapidly behind her, full of fervor. That expression was pleading. He spoke as calmly as he could, giving an even softer suggestion than he did previously, “You can put your shorts back on.” He really didn’t want to take advantage of this. He understood exactly what was happening. This wasn’t anything normal, this was raw animal heat.

She still stared at him though, glassy eyed and full of need. Aiden could tell that she didn’t really understand what was happening. Her head was swimming, but the vague displeasure at not being brought to climax was spiraling in a variety of directions. Her legs finally seemed to stop shaking after a few awkward moments of silence. She was utterly appalled. She couldn’t decide if Aiden was fucking with her, or if he was dense. Some part of her was apprehensive, and it stilled her from any action. Like she knew deep down there was a reason here.

Instead, she asked, sounding vaguely confused, “So, what’s wrong with me?” She utterly missed his suggestion to redress, and Aiden wondered how close he had gotten her. He wondered what incredible fortitude was staying him. He shook his head, “Nothing’s wrong. Everything down there is functioning as intended. Infact, I’d even say you’re great down there.” His erection throbbed at that blank stare. She wanted him so bad, and at this moment Aiden had never wanted something so bad. She shifted uncomfortably, and then crossed her legs. She uncrossed them again, and stood up. Finally she sat down, and then her ears flattened to the top of her head as if it clicked. She practically fell on her side, laying down.

Aiden tried to explain, “I think this is something more than plastic surgery. You’re not yourself right now, almost like a cat, or a dog in heat or something.” He tried to rationalize it to her, but Mystril stared blankly at him like she didn’t understand. Then he added, “I-We can’t.” He refused to even think of reasons why they couldn’t. In his state those would just be problems to solve.

Mystril’s body was aching. She found the hem of the sweatshirt, and pulled it off of her. It was too hot, and it was rubbing too much. She felt so incredibly strange, and the thought of modesty didn’t even occur to her. She knew why vaguely, and she knew what she needed, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to be insistent. She had given herself to Aiden, and Aiden had decided not to take it. That was probably for a reason though. She crumpled the sweatshirt, and sat it down before burying her face in it. Only her eyes peeked out as she looked to Aiden, “Can you at least lay with me?”

Aiden eyed the naked form, with its exotic ears, and tail laying on the bed. There was no possible way that him laying with her ended well. God did he want her though. He could hardly imagine what she must be feeling. She didn’t seem just aroused, but practically sick with lust. Those eyes, and the soft curves of her flesh. He took another bite of his ramen. He had managed to last this long, right? Could he really in good conscience not at least try to comfort her until this passes?

He rubbed his brow, and then there was a too long pause. He set his ramen on the window-sill, and then climbed into bed beside her, placing a hand at the top of her back. He rubbed her gently, “It’ll pass. Don’t worry, you’ll be ok.” He didn’t know for certain whether or not he was lying, but even if he was, Aiden imagined it was a white one.