You feel his tongue on your face, and then on your elven breasts, it tickles. "O-Okay! Stop! P-Please! That tickles!" you cry, tears of laughter and relief coming out of your eyes. Guess the little guy just wants a friend. Finally, you manage to push him off, he wags his tail happily. Washing off the saliva, you scratch him behind his ear, he begins to pur.
After getting dressed, you turn to the Saberlion, and you think of an idea. "Say, little guy, wanna come with me? I need protection and I bet you need a friend. How about it?" The creature is about to respond when you both hear a noise, both of you turn sharply.
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