Coye vol 2 Ch 18 - Volume End (Patreon)

And that's a wrap. Whew. I'll be formatting the ebook soon and trying to get it out on amazon by tomorrow or the next day. Will announce more plans once things settle.

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Once Coye opened up his palms as told, Shayla flew there and sat down, her naked flesh feeling cool to the touch. Their eyes met as she looked up at him, an impish expression of longing on her face.

“This is something I’ve always fantasized about,” she told him, her voice growing huskier as the thought gave her shivers. “And for all the reasons that being smaller than you sucks ass, being able to do this makes it almost worth it.”

Shayla reclined and opened her legs, not entirely, but just enough to tease him with a partial view. “You sure you’re up for it?”

Coye gulped but nodded his head, unable to tear his view from the beautiful girl he held. “Y-Yeah. Of course I am.”

Seeing that the boy was still so interested in her little body even now, after making love to another woman with much fuller proportions and a more feminine aura, gave Shayla a significant boost to her confidence. It empowered her, bringing a smile to her lips as she ran her hand down the curve of her naked breasts, past her navel, and down between her thighs. She spread herself wider, showing Coye her slit in all its wetness.

“I would love it if you licked me, baby...” she exhaled a lusty sigh and reclined further, her milky breasts spilling to her sides as one hand spread her lower lips, and the other made a ‘V’ inches in front of her mouth, which Shayla then proceeded to lick between with her delicate little tongue.

The boy’s eyes widened, and he began to instinctually salivate. The idea sounded so perverted, he thought, and yet it spoke to him on a deeper level. Shayla always used her mouth on him, so why shouldn’t he do the same? Rather, he almost felt it was rude not to have done so sooner.

Shayla saw his interest and grinned, knowing that this cutie’s submissive streak would make him such a good little pussy eater. She felt that they were both in for quite the treat here tonight. She spoke honestly about her feelings, saying, “I’ve always dreamed about it, you know... having a big, strong guy about your size with a massive, wet tongue... just thinking about having it slide all over every last inch of me is making me drenched, fuck...”

To demonstrate, Shayla shoved a single finger into her pinkness and shut her eyes in pleasure as the invasive digit slid into her depths. “Mn,” she called out, pulling away slowly to show off the strand of delicious juices that connected her finger to her vagina.

He watched, entranced, hardly able to say more than, “I can do that,” as he nodded his head with comical eagerness.

“I bet you can,” she winked at him and licked her lips. “But do you want to?”

“Yes,” he answered with no delay.

“What do you want to do, baby? Be more specific.”

“I want to make your fantasy come true, Shayla, I... I want to lick you all over with my tongue...” Coye’s breathing increased in frequency, his words riling him up just as the wily girl wanted.

“Oh, you want to eat my little Pixie pussy? Really? Even though I’m so small?”

“I-I,” He stumbled, almost biting his tongue in his excitement. “Yes, Shayla, please...”

“Say it,” she demanded, staring at him with glowing pink-and-blue eyes that hazed over with her lust. “Say it even blunter, you adorable perv.”

“Please, Shayla, I want to make you happy and eat your little Pixie pussy, please... please!” Coye shut his eyes, feeling a jolt of arousal spread down his spine that then permeated throughout his heart. He wanted so desperately to pleasure Shayla that it would have disappointed him if she said no at this rate.

“Mn, I don’t know... you don’t sound very convincing...” Shayla brought a finger to her puffy lips and cocked her head, her mischievous eyes narrowing at Coye.

Coye whimpered and made other adorable noises that clued her into the fact that he was getting hornier by the second. Unable to find the correct words, the boy merely pleaded her name in a desperate whine. “Shayla...”

It was all she could do to stop herself from laughing. Shayla was beyond impressed. It didn’t take much to bring Coye to this point, just a little teasing, some naughty words, and some eye candy, and here he was, begging her to let him eat her out.

Oh, how she loved to see it.

“Well, what’s stopping you, dummy?” She giggled. “I’m literally right here, spreading my legs for you in the palm of your hand. Did you need a clearer sign to go ahead because I thought that spoke for itself? Here, maybe this will make it more obvious...”

Bending forward and hooking her elbows around the backs of her knees, Shayla pulled her legs back so that her entire pussy and ass were exposed to the boy, her feet dangling beside her head in an impressive display of flexibility. This more provocative pose brought a deeper blush to Shayla’s face, but she knew it would be worth it, and the sight of it just about made the boy go mad with lust.

Saliva pooled in Coye’s mouth, already starting to escape the sides of his lips, although Shayla knew he wouldn’t be wasting it with his typical drooling. It would cover her body like a hot, steamy bath, and Shayla couldn’t think of anything that sounded better.

Coye raised Shayla inches away from his lips in his trance-like lust until her entire body was trembling in anticipation. She wanted this to an unthinkable degree. It was one of her biggest fetishes. As a sexual creature, it didn’t take much to get her going at even the worst of times, but now? Now, Shayla’s pussy was drenched to the point where her juices overflowed and tricked down onto his palm, creating an increasingly large puddle.

Coye opened his mouth and drooped his tongue out the front, Shayla’s gaze growing even hazier as her entire body recoiled from the feeling of his moist breath encompassing her. “Oh, fuck...!” She whined, betraying her position of power by showing how immense her excitement was. “If that’s how good your breath feels, then... mmmn, do it already, baby... get started and eat my fucking pussy...!”

“Yes, Shayla,” Coye chimed in automatically like a bee receiving orders from his queen, and Shayla shut her eyes as he began to gift her the pleasure she had imagined for so long.

She shouted the second this tip of his tongue brushed against her most sensitive region. His dripping muscle was large compared to her tiny body, and he had no control over how much it covered. Just dabbing it against Shayla covered up her pussy, her asshole, and a good portion of both ass cheeks.

Coye couldn’t tell the difference between holes, though, as his magical lover tasted faintly of honey, sugar, with just a hint of sweat. It was an intoxicating mix of flavors that made his head spin the more he lapped at Shayla, but Coye didn’t know he would be in for a rude awakening the next time he serviced a woman that wasn’t a Pixie.

He started his task slow, which was surprising due to his interest, and he ran his wet, pink tip up and down Shayla’s pussy and ass in rhythmic motions. She now held herself by her ankles, continuing this borderline exhibitionist pose so he could have easier access, and it worked wonderfully. As he continued to lick, Coye felt an addiction develop, and his pacing sped more and more as it worsened.

Shayla was howling, her face red and her voice hoarse. Pleasure tinged her entire lower half, the saliva stinging and burning her in love as his breath cooled her and warmed her even further in an unending cycle.

“Gods- fucking... G-GODS!” She cried, her voice cracking. “I am NOT gonna fuh-fucking last long like thissss...!”

Although Coye liked being submissive, and his body responded to opportunities to behave as such, he couldn’t help but experience a thrilling surge of power and excitement as he pleasured the pretty little thing in his hand and gave her sexual joy beyond compare.

It made him feel dominant, which he thought might not be bad from time to time. Further, it reinforced to Coye that not only was Shayla beautiful, sexy, and the best friend he could have ever asked for- she was also his and his alone.

In an attempt to bring Shayla to even higher heights, Coye tried out some of the things he remembered Suzette did during his blowjob and hoped they would have the same effect. He pursed his lips, kissed her pussy, sucking upwards as he did, and listened with glee when the Pixie shrieked like a whistling tea kettle.

Next, he swirled his tongue around Shayla’s privates, tracing a figure eight across her exposed ass cheeks and hitting the center area with every stroke. This already took her by surprise, but it was made all the more intense when he started his work at double the speed.

“Oh, shiiiiit-” Shayla screamed, knowing that release was drawing closer and closer with every little thing the boy did to her tiny body. In her heightened state of arousal, it became difficult to maintain her grip on her ankles, so she let them go with a loud whine.

Her chest rose and fell thanks to the hyperventilation caused by overstimulation. Her robust tits were bouncing free until Shayla grabbed onto both mounds, hoping to ground herself even the slightest bit. It did little to help and only made the bliss she felt spread to her breasts and her rock-hard nipples.

Shayla’s hips jerked up off Coye’s palms after the latest lick, her eyes scrunching tighter and tighter together. “Fuck, Coye...! Fuck...! FUCK!” Her bliss was so loud that Coye almost worried if someone standing in the hallway would be able to hear it, but there was no way he could stop now- not even if someone assumed the high-pitched crying was him again.

Shayla was close to her peak, and he wanted so desperately to hear the result of his love. It was then that he had an idea that was obvious in retrospect. Since Shayla could stretch to fit a surprising amount of his cock, there was no reason she couldn’t do the same for his tongue.

Coye applied pressure to the entrance of her tiny tunnel. Shayla’s eyes shot straight open once she realized what he was about to do to her sensitive little pussy. “No fucking way...!” She exclaimed between heavy gasps, her mouth dropping open in a smile that could only be described as slutty.

Then, she felt him pass inside, and she yelped out loud.

With Shayla’s erotic wailing serving as music to his ears, Coye began exploring up to an inch inside her moist, clenching hole. It was tight around his tongue, fighting against him being there, but his licking and twisting pried the little slit open in a hundred different ways.

Coye savored the sweet taste of every bump and every fold. This beautiful pussy had brought him so much pleasure over the last couple of days, and he worshipped it in return, thanking it with unending appreciation.

Shayla had no hope of stemming the tide back any longer, and Coye licked her into a mind-rending orgasm that permeated throughout her body and soul. She wailed, her toes curled, her pussy spasming and flooding magical juices all over his hot tongue as the boy performed his duty, not giving her even a single moment of respite. Coye was addicted to bringing his partner such pleasure, and he was proud that he even could.

So great was his enthusiasm to continue giving Shayla his everything that she had to snap him out of it before it got out of hand.

“Ok, ok!” Shayla begged, voice still wavering and weary. She continued huffing as she tapped his lips with her hand. “Stop, stooop for a- ahnn... for a minute...!”

This caught his attention, and he re-centered himself as he pulled away. His eyes stared, focusing on the flushed Pixie covered in his saliva, who heaved and fought for every steaming breath. Shayla twitched with residual bliss, and although he was already long since erect by this point, Coye thought she had never looked sexier than she did right now, and he experienced a powerful throbbing in his cock.

He continued to gawk at her, unsure of what to say, until Shayla collapsed fully onto his palm and practically melted into it with a long, drawn-out, contented sigh. “Wow, that was...”

“Good?” Coye asked, hoping from the bottom of his heart.

“Better than I ever dreamed of, more like,” she giggled. “You’re not done, by the way.”

“I-I’m not?” His long ears perked up, drawing a further laugh from the Pixie.

“Nope. Gimme a minute and then do it again, only this time, go slower and gentler.”

“Anything you want, Shayla,” he smiled ear to ear, and Shayla could no longer control her outburst of laughter. “W-What’s so funny...?”

“Nothing, baby, I was just thinking how you look like you’d be wagging your tail right about now if you had one.”

“I-I’m not a dog,” Coye blushed and hung his head in shame. “I’m just happy when you’re happy...”

“Don’t I know it,” Shayla sighed again and wiped some sweat off her forehead. “How are you holding up. You horny yet?” She asked, her bluntness catching him off guard.

“Uh, y-yeah... there’s no way I wouldn’t be hard... not when you taste so good and look so sexy, and the sounds you were making were so... so-”

Her heart racing from the heaps of compliments Coye threw her way, Shayla felt more heat rise to her cheeks as she rolled her eyes and turned away. “Oh, stop... you don’t gotta go buttering me up, or anything... unless you want to, or whatever...” Shayla dismissed him yet left the door open for more praise.

“I-I’m not as turned on as usual, though... I don’t feel like I need sex. It’s more like I just want some attention, I think?”

“Chill. It’s not like I won’t give you a little service if you keep up the good work, baby.” Shayla smiled at the cute boy, who nodded his head with renewed vigor. He wanted nothing more than to please his Pixie more, but he still needed relief, which served as a wonderful motivator.

Coye next brought his opposite hand closer and interlocked his fingers so he could carry her in the center of both palms. Doing this allowed him to brush against Shayla’s big breasts with his thumbs while freeing his tongue for any action he wished to perform. He started by caressing her tiny foot with a kiss and sliding his tongue painfully slow across her lower leg up to her inner thigh, then repeated the process on the opposite leg.

Shayla moaned in explicit approval of this new tactic and position and felt a hot enjoyment scrape against her erect nipples. It briefly occurred to her that it would be so easy to apply too much pressure against her breasts and hurt them, yet Coye was so delicate and tender that it was hard to remember hours ago this boy was caving in Owlbear skulls with his brute strength.

Even though he was new to learning the ins and outs of her body, Shayla felt as if Coye knew what he was doing, and she looked forward to every movement with trembling anticipation.

Coye soon grew tired of lapping at her creamy legs and moved upward, dragging his tongue across her slim tummy up to her breast, where he removed his thumb after one more deliberate scrape against her nipple. He pressed his lips against her left breast, savoring its milky taste as she dabbed his tongue across the surface. After giving it a tender kiss, he lightly began to suck down on it with love and adoration.

“Ahhh,” Shayla rolled her eyes back, twitching as she experienced the strange yet pleasurable sensation of her entire breast passing into Coye’s lips. It felt ironic to her how her whole life had been a constant struggle to avoid ending up in some creature’s mouth, yet here she was, loving every minute of it.

“Both... do both of them...!” She begged.

At Shayla’s request, Coye complied and opened his mouth wide enough to take both tits in and sucked on both blueberry-sized mounds with enthusiasm. He subjected the new entrant to the same treatment as its neighbor, bathing both of them with his hot tongue and flicking at her pointed peaks every way he could.

The entire time, Coye suffered from the temptation to suck harder and lose control of himself as he so often did. Yet, he fought against this desire. Right now, things weren’t about him. Shayla wanted things to be gentle and loving, and above everything else, Coye thought that she deserved to be treated however she wished.

After several minutes of this luxurious tit treatment, Coye ended things with a slow pull out of his lips. As they left his mouth, he sucked down so that a loud popping sound would be created as he did.

This was sudden and much more intense than anything before, but still gentle and tender, especially as he gave a kiss to each nipple once they ceased tingling.

“Ah! My tits feel so good...!” She whined and convulsed, her hands finding her swollen and sloppy breasts. Covered in a thick coat of saliva, Shayla started to spread the liquid all over her upper body so its warmth could comfort every last inch of her.

Pleased with the sight, Coye moved his attention lower and gave Shayla’s pussy a delicate kiss to announce his return. The sweet slit twitched in response, and Coye found that Shayla only tasted sweeter after orgasm. Her smell was overpowering with his nose pressed up against her like this. It was fragrant, more precious than it should have been, and the air didn’t have the same after-sex reek as when he and Suzette were done.

He recalled the thick smell when he buried his face in Suzette’s lap, too, and figured it probably wasn’t fair to compare other women’s scents to a member of the fair folk. It was right there in the name, after all.

Shayla’s smell compelled him to taste her in greater detail as slow and gently as he could, dragging his tongue up from the crease of her ass up past her clit and onto her navel. She was so small that doing this deliberately was a difficult chore that brought an ache to his jaw, but his diligence was rewarded.

A steady stream of pleasure stirred inside the Pixie until it boiled over, and soon she was moaning just as loud as she did when Coye was going rough with her. She came a second time against his tongue not long after, and the boy enjoyed himself licking her throughout, gentler, not making her suffer in excess.

Her body paid him back in kind, gifting him another continual stream of honey that he slurped down like an addict until the flow dried and Shayla ceased shouting and twitching. Coye pulled away after giving her one last chaste kiss on her pussy, then licked his lips and smiled down at his partner.

This goofy grin got a laugh out of Shayla, who teased, “Look at you, baby. You eat a girl out a couple of times, and suddenly you’re all smiles, huh? Don’t go getting cocky.”

“I-I’m not,” Coye lowered his head, feeling attacked. “I just like seeing you feel good. That’s all.”

She sighed, knowing if she let herself, she could dwell on this boy’s adorable innocence all night. If she did that, though, she wouldn’t get around to paying him back for his work. “That so? Lucky for you, the feeling is mutual. It’s your turn.”

Coye happily watched as Shayla hovered in the air, waiting for him to undo his pajama pants flap or take them off altogether. Before he did, she took one look at him and shook her head. His erection already straining against the fabric.

“Looks like this isn’t gonna take me very long...”

He frowned and blushed at the teasing but didn’t fight back as he pulled his cock out of the flap. “Probably not,” Coye admitted, biting his lower lip as his naked flesh hit the cool evening air. The poor boy was already throbbing, copious pre-cum drooling down his tip.

“There, there,” Shayla cooed, flying down to his dick and giving it a welcoming hug. Her upper body, especially her breasts, were still coated in his saliva, while below her nectar seeped down her thighs. As she petted his raging red head and stroked it like a cherished friend, Shayla reassured him. “You should be proud of yourself, baby. Your cock is a whole lot different than it was yesterday.”

He tilted his head, unsure but curious. “Different how...?”

His naughty partner brought her lips up to his twitching urethra, licking and sucking all around to lap up his precious pre. It sent a shiver down his spine and then another as she hugged him tighter to her tits. “This dirty dick of yours went and fucked another woman, and you haven’t had a bath even after all that fucking and fighting. I can still smell and taste Suzette all over you, and man, she tastes good.”

“O-Oh, Gods,” Coye whimpered and fell slack against the bed, his head landing on a stack of pillows. “I-I’m sorry, I should have taken a bath already. I-”

“Shush, shush, shush,” Shayla rolled her eyes, continuing to pet his head with her skilled fingers. “If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have brought it up... honestly, I think it’s pretty hot. That being said, I still think this little guy needs a firm reminder of who the boss is around here.”

“Oh, yeah?” Coye gulped, unable to reign in his budding smile.

His sheer enthusiasm earned a pitiable laugh from the Pixie. “Geez. Try not to be sound too happy about a girl putting you in your place, why don’t you?”

His confidence momentarily shot, the boy lowered his head and frowned. Was he really becoming so readily apparent regarding his submissive desires? Coye had always been honest by default, so when it came to his sexual preferences, he figured it only made sense that he couldn’t hide his interests so easily.

If it were anyone else, he might not have said anything back, but because it was Shayla, his trusted partner, Coye managed to make a move toward accepting himself.

He meekly declared, “I-I like what I like,” and stared back at her with a pouty expression.

As ever, Coye was too cute for Shayla, and she cut him some slack. “Atta boy,” she teased, granting him a tingly kiss on his sensitive frenulum. “Let me go ahead and give you what you want, baby. I’ll give you what you deserve.”

And boy, did she.

Shayla started to work her magic, and right away, Coye began to lose his grumpiness, becoming more of a grinning fool the more she touched him. She was intent on using the wetness of her body to her most absolute advantage, sliding up and down his throbbing cock, squeezing him tight around her legs and arms, all as her mouth kept itself busy by tracing patterns across Coye’s tip with her little tongue.

Mixing things up, the Pixie crawled around and mounted the underside of his pulsing hardness like a saddle.

“Listen, baby, can you hear how wet you made me?” She taunted, raising her hips an inch off of him and slamming down. This made a loud and sticky noise as their skin smacked and rippled, bringing another girlish moan from Coye’s lips.

“You’re so wet...” Coye mumbled incoherently, twitching and appreciating this fact to no end.

“All thanks to you,” Shayla reminded him and then smacked her hips onto his hard dick once more. She loved the stinging sensation that spread through her pussy upon contact, so she kept this up for a good while, making sure to grind herself nice and hard every so often to keep things interesting and pleasurable for them both.

Coye was already on the verge of release after only a few minutes of playing around, as excited as he was from pleasuring Shayla. There was no reason to point it out. She was ok with her boy cumming as soon as he needed to this time around. It was only fair, after how good of a job he did seeing to her needs.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close...” Shayla comforted him, her palms wet with precum as she used them to rub his sensitive frenulum like she was trying to start a fire. “You don’t gotta hold back for me, not this time. I want that cum of yours. I bet it’ll really perk me up, too.”

“R-Really?” Coye asked, breathless and barely mentally aware of himself beneath the veil of pleasure. “Why would it do that...?”

“Because semen is packed with mana, and I’m still low. More than that, nothing gets me going more than seeing that pitiful look on your face when you lose control over yourself and blow your load.” She winked for her audience, relishing the sweet moan he offered in return for her dirty talk.

“Shayla...!” He uttered, biting down on his lip as he clutched the blankets beneath him in his tight grip.

“Yup, that’s my name, baby,” Shayla slid up to his tip and squeezed him like a vice between her soft-as-cream thighs. It was surprising how much force she could summon, and he found that it was comparable to Suzette’s handjob but even better.

Even as she continually constricted on and off, milking him with her legs, she didn’t let up on other fronts. Her silky, lubed hands danced along his cockhead, creating a heavenly contrast of soft and hard pressure building to a massive release.

Coye had enough sense left in him to warn, “Hahh- gonna... I’m gonna cum, Shayla...!”

Twirling around his cock like a graceful dancer on a pole, Shayla positioned herself lower, so her head was just above his urethra. As she stroked him with her legs, Shayla begged in a singsong voice that sounded as sultry and desperate as she could muster. “Do it for me then, big boy. I’m such a thirsty little Pixie slut for your cum... I want it, baby, oh, I want it so much...!”

“Shay... la...!!”

His balls tightening up, Coye arched his back and performed a massive forward thrust toward the sky as pleasure overtook him. An intense climax burst through his cock and erupted into the world as his vision blurred.

There was no way Shayla would manage to deal with every last drop, but she dunked her head into the oncoming stream, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. The blast of burning white semen painted her like a blizzard, covering the girl’s entire face before the first rope was even halfway through spurting.

Steamy warmth heated her all over as Shayla drank down throatful after throatful of Coye’s love. It was a struggle for her to breathe, but that was half of the fun. Already Shayla could feel a bit of strength returning to her thanks to the mana in his semen, but there was only so much she could take without becoming massively bloated.

Shayla pulled her mouth off the tap and reacquainted herself with the task of breathing, all while Coye continued to spurt his ridiculously sized load. Wanting to help ensure he received as much pleasure as she could give, Shayla continued to hump and squeeze him hard and fast.

“So good, baby, so good...! Don’t stop, don’t stop! Let it all out. You can do it, good boy...!” She repeated comforting words like this as his cock kicked, each syllable somehow adding to his immense release until Coye’s spasming stopped after what felt like minutes later.

The boy fell backward onto the bed, drooling and thoroughly drained. He, too, struggled for air, mumbling, “That... that was so good...” like a stumbling drunkard.

His exhausted state and wilting cock brought pride to the Pixie, who smiled as she used her magic to clean all the cum from her face, the sheets, and everywhere else his semen had gotten. “Is that so? I’m surprised. This is usually the part where you turn into a sex zombie who can only say ‘more... more...!’, you know.”

He joined in with a tired laugh of his own. “Haha... don’t worry. I... I think I’m ok with just this for tonight.”

“You love to see it,” Shayla clicked her tongue and hovered over him, looking down at the weary boy. She knew that she had Shayla and the Owlbears to think for helping to wear him down, but regardless, this was the first time Shayla got to see Coye utterly satisfied after she had her way with him, and she intended to burn the sight into her memory.

By the time she was done staring, Coye could no longer fight off the creeping encroach of the Sandman.

“You’re looking pretty wiped there, partner. You just about ready to turn in for the night?”

“Mhmm... thank you, Shayla... for everything...” Coye nodded his head and sat up, tiredly fumbling with the sheets so he could pull them over him. It wasn’t going well.

Shayla rolled her eyes and used her magic to help tuck him in nice and tight, that sleepy daze on his face doing things that she could hardly take to her little heart.

“No problem, baby.” She told him gently, then flew in close to plant a kiss on his forehead that he wasn’t awake enough to appreciate.

Feeling plenty tired, Shayla snapped her fingers, blew out the candle on the nightstand, and then made her way to Coye’s hat. Even though she complained about it often enough, Shayla enjoyed the hat’s comfort. She preferred sleeping in small, cozy, and dark places, as the cracks in trees or underground holes tended to be safest when hiding from the monsters of the Gnarled Woods.

Even so, sleeping inside of Coye’s hat had one major drawback- it was lonely.

Given that she had herself a boy now, Shayla didn’t understand why she had been so accepting of this sleeping arrangement until now. Yes, it was essential to sleep somewhere out of view on the off chance someone got past the lock, came in, and saw a little glowing girl on Coye’s bed, but there had to be a less lonely option.

Shayla was creative, and the solution was obvious once she put her crafty mind to it.

She flew back over to the bed, lifted his blanket again, and then approached Coye’s chest. She smiled, undid the buttoned-up pocket on his left breast, and crawled in before refastening it. It was small and cozy here, just as Shayla preferred, yet it was anything but lonely.

This nest carried the risk that Coye might toss around during the night and flatten her, but Shayla felt it was worth taking if it meant that she could cuddle up close to this boy and feel the beating of his heart and the warmth of his body. It’s not like she could cuddle with him in the traditional sense like Suzette had, so this felt like the next best thing.

Feeling extra affectionate since he wasn’t awake to notice her, Shayla nuzzled her nose into Coye’s chest, breathed in his scent, and exhaled with pure contentedness. As her consciousness started to fade, Shayla made a mental note to create pockets in any of Coye’s pajama tops that didn’t already have them.

Yawning, the Pixie pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees so she could sleep in a folded-up position. “Night, Coye...”

Coye mumbled something incoherent but affectionate in response. Soon, the two ended another day of adventure and sexual fun with an unconventional cuddle session that brought Shayla a level of comfort and safety she never dreamed was possible.