...ooh.

If everything's...relatively proportional...

(She might need a minute.)

"I think I might get fucked to death, if you tried that."

She doesn't sound entirely opposed.

He laughs softly. "You know what," he says, scooping her up with one hand, "I think you should read my favourite book."

–picking up!

She is distracted from the state of her libido for a moment by wheeeeeee!!

The valley provides a convenient door into a beautiful and well-stocked library, where Tarakova nuzzles her cheek, shifts her around so she's sitting on his arm and leaning on his shoulder instead of dangling from his hand by her waist, and prowls through the shelves in search of a book.

...well, this is fun.

She leans her cheek against his shoulder.

“You’re warmer than I expected.”

He chuckles.

There's the book! He picks it up and hands it to her. The title is Nimire.

Then he walks out of the library again, and through another magic door into a sitting room with a lizard-monster-sized couch where he can sit down with her in his lap.

...she can’t bring herself to object to this at all. She squirms a little as she looks over the book.

“Do I need to ask why this is your favorite?”

"Read it and find out," he suggests, nuzzling the top of her head.

She starts reading.

It’s fairly normal, for a few pages, at least, a little suggestive the first time they meet (she shivers a little at the description)...

Then she gets to the first real “scene”.

She starts to squirm in his lap again, not even very conscious of it, pressing her thighs together as she reads.

Tarakova, reading over her shoulder, is also having a reaction. There is something of a... lap-quake.

Oh. Good. All the better for her to grind against while she reads up to Nimire being raped in the emperor’s bed.

He carefully pets her hair with his huge clawed hands, because she is lovely and small and soft and fragile and pettable.

That’s very nice, actually.

She calms down, somewhat, until the first torture, though she still rocks a little in his lap.

When she does reach that, though, it’s impossible for her to stay still. It’s an effort to keep both hands on the book.

Mmmmmm. He makes a noise very much like a purr.

That’s actually an incredibly attractive noise.

She keeps reading, but her movements aren’t entirely about her own pleasure, now. Just mostly.

Having a pretty girl squirming in his lap while she gets off to his favourite book is amazing. He wants to snuggle her and pet her and kiss her and fuck her, and he cannot do most of these things because he is a scaly twelve-foot-tall monster. But he can carefully comb his claws through her hair, and nuzzle her, and run his hands along her thighs.

She’s very glad he’s inclined to do these things. It makes her much more aware that she’s grinding on an enormous monster who could tear her to pieces whenever he chose.

That, combined with the fact that she just turned the page and there’s a mace involved and she can’t help but draw some parallels...

He won’t mind if she reads one-handed. Will he?

He definitely does not mind. He the opposite of minds.

It’s hard to believe she met him an hour ago and she’s already doing this. Sometimes briefly fearing for your life unlocks some wonderful possibilities.

She leans back against his chest and reads while she fingers herself, turning the pages clumsily with the same hand holding the book. She’s read her share of smutty literature but she never imagined books like this existed, books that were clearly written for her.

An argument could be made that they were in fact written for Tarakova.

He holds her and pets her and nuzzles her and enjoys her very much.

“Mmh, is this...the kind of thing you-! -really did to girls?”

She’s close to coming already.

"I never had one who liked it this much. I don't think I'd have appreciated her properly if I had." He nuzzles the side of her face and very very gently scrapes his teeth along her jaw. "I'd love to fuck you up like this if you were going to live through it. I want to fuck you to pieces."

That does it. She can’t hold out any longer than that.

(She’s definitely a screamer.)