Nasir’s thorax was so large that she couldn’t grasp even one side of his chest with both hands.

His muscular chest, with pink n*pples modestly positioned, imitating his human mate Haniel, rose thickly and heaved under her hand every time Nasir gasped for breath… Haniel drew in a breath.

“Nasi, Nasir. That… I didn’t mean to touch this, really…”

“Mmm…”

She had been touching his feathers, so how had her hand suddenly ended up on his chest?

And such a luscious chest at that…

The man’s protruding n*pple caught slightly on Haniel’s thumb, and she tried to withdraw her hand in alarm.

But then.

“Why are you pulling away? It was just getting good.”

Nasir reached out and grabbed her hand.

And he lowered his face and began to rub his lips vigorously against the soft inside of her palm.

Smooch, smooch.

The man puckered his lips and gently pecked at the skin of her palm, like a bird preening its mate’s feathers with its beak.

His hair, which she had thought was as soft as silk, brushed against her arm, tickling her and giving her goosebumps.

Ugh. Haniel drew in a breath between her teeth.

‘What kind of situation is this?’

Was she the only one who didn’t understand this naturally flowing situation?

While Haniel stood there stupidly, only moving her hand slightly, Nasir went a step further and stuck out his tongue to start licking her palm.

Lick.

“Wha, whaaa!”

Feeling the strange sensation, Haniel shuddered.

“Wh-what was… what was that just now!”

“Hmm?”

“No, just now… your tongue…”

It’s sticky.

‘No, stickiness aside, the texture was somehow… bumpy and soft like tentacles… like rubbing against internal organs, an incredibly strange feeling…’

What on earth was it? Was it my imagination? Haniel, filled with doubt about whether she had momentarily been confused, examined her hand that was caught in Nasir’s large grasp.

Nasir’s transparent and sticky saliva coating her palm. It wasn’t her imagination.

But… as she tilted her head in confusion and raised her gaze, Nasir’s elongated tongue soon came into her view.

Nasir’s tongue, deliberately stretched out in front of her face for her to see.

D*mn it. Haniel’s mouth fell open.

“Wh-what… is that?”

Now she understood. What that sensation had been…

“What is that tongue of yours!”

“My tongue, you mean this? What about it?”

“Saedol, no, Nasir. Your tongue… did it always look like that?”

Her heart pounded at the somewhat shocking sight.

A long tongue that reached down below his chin when fully extended. But the important part wasn’t its length.

Regan’s tongue was much thicker and unbelievably longer than a human’s, but at least it looked somewhat similar to a human’s in shape, while Nasir’s was completely different.

His elongated tongue was covered with bumpy “spines” and “protrusions.”

‘It’s a monster tongue!’

Haniel was aghast.

She had been reassured because his exterior looked human enough, but his tongue, closer to his internal organs, seemed to reflect his true Reginas nature.

A tongue with protrusions like those of a goose or tiger.

The spines and protrusions, shaped like somewhat thick and short toothbrushes, densely covered the middle part of his tongue all the way to the back of his throat.

What Haniel didn’t know was that in the past, this kind of tongue in Reginas served to prevent live prey from escaping once swallowed.

To ensure that prey that had gone past the throat would be properly swallowed.

But nowadays, rather than for that purpose, the male Reginas’ tongue was more often used to please females.

The protrusions on his tongue, which looked like spines but were actually soft like the ridges inside internal organs, served their purpose when kissing an upset female, stimulating and coaxing her genitals, or when thr*st inside her v*gina.

Haniel was shocked simply by the appearance of the tongue, unaware of all this.

Nasir smiled with crinkled eyes and suggestively rolled his tongue back in with a deliberately lewd motion.

“Want to touch my tongue?”

“Huh?”

“You’re curious, aren’t you? Hold out your palm.”

What is this about? What am I doing…?

She had only wanted to have a joyful reunion with a friend she hadn’t seen in a long time, clear up misunderstandings, and mend their relationship with some gentle caresses…

Why was she getting her palm licked stickily by a bird-man the size of a pterosaur?

“Nasir.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“Wait a moment. This isn’t what I meant to… ugh!”

Slurp. Haniel, about to say something, swallowed a m*an as the bumpy tongue touched her palm.

Nasir’s tongue had an even more peculiar texture than she had imagined.

The flat, elongated tongue with protrusions sprouting on both sides. Sticky fl*id seeped between them, and the sensation as it rubbed against her palm was surprisingly soft.

The feeling transmitted through her thin skin was enough to make her shiver.

“Uh… uuh.”

Lick, lick.

Nasir extended his tongue and slowly licked along the lines in Haniel’s palm.

The protrusions of his tongue rubbed thoroughly between the shallow lines on her palm.

Nasir rubbed his face against her palm and softly exclaimed.

“…As I felt before, your hands are really soft.”

A Reginas’ hands, even when Nasir took a human-like form like Haniel, were very hard, like the feet of birds of prey.

If he reached out to grab a nearby animal, he could tear it apart like hay without much effort.

But Haniel’s hands weren’t like that.

Round and delicate fingernails with no trace of wildness. Even the bones inside, when touched, were incomparably thin and flexible compared to Nasir’s.

How could such a creature survive for so long in this Nightmare Forest? Such hands might be suitable for pleasantly stroking his feathers and touching every corner of his body, but they weren’t suitable for survival in the wild.

Even with calluses firmly embedded from farming, countless pickaxe swings, and repeated hard labor, the flesh of human palms was, by the man’s standards, as soft and fragile as young flesh.

Nasir smirked and sucked on one of Haniel’s fragile fingers.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

His mate wouldn’t need to hunt.

As long as Nasir ruled this sky, Haniel would only need to sit in the comfortable nest he prepared and eat the food he brought her.

Since she wouldn’t need Nasir’s speed or strength, such soft hands were… actually welcome.

“Uh, um… Nasi, Nasir?”

“Yes.”

Nasir lightly bit and wetly licked Haniel’s tiny hand as if it were a small prey.

Haniel wrinkled her nose bridge at the sensation.

Whenever Nasir opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, his very pointed coral-colored teeth briefly appeared between his red lips.

Damnably pointed teeth.

When those teeth dangerously grazed Haniel’s palm, which was softer than young veal, her body couldn’t help but flinch.

“Haah. Nasir.”

“Yes?”

“Really, just wait. Stop. What kind of situation is this?”

Haniel finally managed to push Nasir away and raised her voice.

“What are you plotting?”

Haniel growled with a seemingly stern expression.

But Nasir only tilted his head with his tongue half out.

“What do you mean, plotting?”

“Ha… stop pretending. Why are you suddenly telling me to touch your tongue? And licking my palm too… I told you to stop. I understand that you’ve become a dominant male, but isn’t this too sudden?”

“Tch.”

At the sound that came from Nasir’s direction, a vein bulged on Haniel’s forehead.

“You bastard. Did you just click your tongue? Did you just click your tongue!”

“So, you don’t like it?”

“Huh? Don’t… like it?”

Rustle. Nasir took Haniel’s hand with a touch as soft as down and brought it to his face.

At the soft sensation touching her fingertips and the beautiful face filling her vision, Haniel momentarily lost her words and stared blankly at Nasir’s face.

“Haniel.”

Nasir’s long, blue eyelashes fluttered like butterflies as he gazed at his mate.