I can’t stop moaning as she licks and sucks on my pussy lips, then back on my clit when I’m no longer sensitive. Her tongue keeps changing shape and form; thin and long and deliciously slick, to wide and short and wonderfully textured. A third eye pops open at the centre of her forehead, swirling to look up at me with an orange sclera and no iris, only a thin, vertical electric blue slit as its pupil.
It looks and feels so fucking wrong. So fucking dirty. So fuckinggood.
I grind shamelessly into her shifting face, rocking against her mouth, tears filling my eyes as my orgasm builds. Like she wants me to hold onto something, a single black horn grows out of her left temple, curving back onto her head. She makes the sexiest little noise I’ve ever heard when I wrap my hand around it and hold on for what feels like dear life.
Her mouth changes shape; suddenly, she’s sucking on my clit at the same time that she’s pumping her tongue—long, smooth and wonderfully thick—inside me.
“Oh fuck, oh yes,yes, please,please—” I’m bouncing my hips on her face, rocking and squeezing my inner walls in rhythm with each perfect stroke of that sinful tongue, grinding my clit into the suction of her mouth. “I’m coming.” The words are practically a growl. “Oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’mfucking—”
I’m falling off the edge when her tongue abruptly slides out of my pussy. She turns her head and sinks sharp, serrated teeth into the meaty, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
I scream, my pleasure heightened, like I’m having another orgasm right on top of the last, my inner walls spasming almost painfully, my clit throbbing harshly. Oh fuck. I can’t breathe. She licks at the wounds, slurping up my spilled blood, while I shake and shake, my right hand shoving down between my legs to prolong the sensations. Addicted to the mix of white-hot pain and red-hot pleasure.
I’m still trembling, my clit still pulsing with aftershocks when she crawls up my body until she’s straddling my face. I eagerly open my mouth as she sinks down, groaning at the first taste of her pussy. Fuck, she’s just as soaked as I am, just as sensitive and desperate.
I cup the firm globes of her ass, holding her to my mouth as I lick without much grace or finesse, eager as a puppy. The raw taste of her lights me up, makes me whine and squirm.
“Fuck, just like that, omemi,” she groans, rolling her hips. A second horn has grown from her other temple. She’s looking down at me with three hooded eyes, all of them orange with thin electric blue pupils. Fire arcs up my thighs at the sight. I want her bolder. Braver. Completely fucking bare. Completely fuckingmine. “Fuck, Rosemary. Keep going, keep going. Suck my clit.”
I obey, gently sucking, then going harder when it seems she likes the pressure, when her clit swells unnaturally, like she’s trying to fill my mouth. Jesus fuckingChrist. I pull hard and deep like I want to extract something from her flesh until she cries out and comes, both hands cupping my head, the prick of claws teasing at my scalp. I shift down to suck and lick the wetness coating her pussy lips when she tugs on my head, sensitive and shaking.
She crawls back down my body when she’s regained her senses, kissing me hard and deep, sucking on my tongue and my lips. Her hand makes its way between my legs once more. My clit is sensitive and swollen, practically begging for another round.
Two normal human fingers with blunt fingernails find their way between my puffy pussy lips, and slide easily inside me, making me gasp and clutch the sheets.
“Wish I had my toys,” she growls, her voice a low, inhuman rasp. Her face morphs again, from three eyes to six, each half framing her face, all of them a glistening black, no sclera or pupil in sight. “Wish I could fuck you all night.”
I clench sluttily around her fingers. “F-Fuck.”
All six eyes widen, then impossibly darken. “You have something.”
Heat floods my entire body. “Yes.”
The house is once again impossibly tuned to my emotions; my trunk thunks against the side of the bed before I’ve even completed the thought.
I’m blushing, hot all over as Genevieve watches me fish my favourite dildo from a hidden corner.
She pulls me back underneath her, my thighs spread open on top of her knees. Fuck, I feel so wanton.
Her hand strokes over the bumps and ridges of the green silicone. Her six eyes have changed, now that of a cat’s or a snake’s; a luminescent green, with the pupils thin, dark slits. I hate how fucking wet it makes me, every reminder that she isn’t entirely human.
“Did you make this yourself?” she asks, lips quirked.
“Yes.” I blush. I’d had to, to properly imbue it with my eshé.
“I can feel the eshé in it.” Her words slur behind fangs, her voice a low rumble that vibrates in my lower belly, between my legs. “What does it do?” She smirks. “Apart from the usual.”
I blush again. “Um, it’s … connected to intent. You have to spill a drop of blood on it to control it.”
She doesn’t hesitate, piercing her thumb against a sharp incisor. Her blood spills, and I feel my eshé shift to accept hers.
The dildo begins to vibrate in her grip. Her expression brightens with glee and hunger. The vibrations stop, and it begins to thrust, working through her fist like its alive and attached to an invisible body or machine.
“Shit,” she groans. Her many eyes meet mine. “You naughty, filthy girl.”
“Shut up.”
She laughs breathlessly, her amusement morphing into lust when she strokes the round, blunt head against my pussy lips, coating it in my arousal.
