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And gave me a gift greater than any mountain, any expanse of sky.
Dark, drenched curls glistened around a seam of dark pink skin. Silken folds lined each side, begging to be tasted, teased, and parted. At their apex was a little nub of flesh that sent dark curiosity spiralling through me.So many secret places to discover...
I skimmed a thumb inward, gently parting her until her hot, wet core was revealed. A dark, inviting entrance, pretty as a dark rindla bud at dawn. When my thumb bumped that taut nub at the top, I watched in lurid fascination as her entrance constricted, her hips pulsing upward.
I wanted to see it happen again.
Experimentally, I brushed my thumb over the nub once more. Zuh-Tephanie made a sound low in her throat, her hips rocking against my thumb. More luscious moisture appeared below.
I became aware of a sudden, terrible thirst. The sort of thirst that turned me inside out with need, made me feel like I might die if I didn’t quench itright now.
And I knew there was only one thing that would quench this sort of need.
My tongues were out of my mouth before I even dove, desperate to taste her. I fell upon her in a chaotic tangle of tongues, fangs, and lips. I’d assumed that I’d be able to impress my mate with at least some semblance of skill during our first time together.
That assumption was proving to be naïve at best, asinine at worst.
I was shaking. Again. And I was already close to coming.Again. Her taste and secret softness were undoing every bit of control I’d clawed my way back to. I groaned, rubbing my face back and forth, soaking myself in her wetness as my tongues circled her entrance. I wanted to be so drenched in her goodness that every male would be able to smell her on me for days to come. So that everyone would know that I had pleased her.
And everyone would know that she was finally, inarguably, irrevocably mine.
When the centre tongue nudged inside her, I got to feel that glorious clenching for myself. I thrusted deeper, stroking against every pulsing wall while my other two tongues slipped back up to that little nub that seemed to make her go as mad as I felt.
At least my hungry, feral mess of a technique seemed to be pleasing her. Her fingers buried themselves in my hair, digging blunt claws against my scalp as she writhed.
“Errok, this is,oh my god.” Her fingers drifted out of my hair, pulling away as she wriggled down to lie on her back. My jaw went tight, my tail slicing through the water as she draped her lovely legs over my shoulders and down my back. I stroked my tongue along the front wall of the inside of her wet sheath, and her heels dug into the muscles along my spine.
“Oh! Right there,” she mewled.
I never thought I would enjoy being told what to do before. I found I enjoyed it immensely now. I prodded my two outer tongues along her swollen little nub, and rubbed up and down that front wall of her with my centre tongue once more. I couldn’t get enough of her taste. Of every slick frill of texture inside her. I grasped my cock, pumping hard, when I thought about putting it inside her.
I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself entirely. But I forced them to stay open. I’d waited so long – too long – for this. I would burn the image of her – flat on her back, skin flushed red, breasts shaking, mouth thrown open in an ecstatic moan – into my brain. I would not even blink for fear of missing a single beat of her beauty.
Part of me worried that my vexing little mate would soon come to her senses, kick me in the face, and never let me do this again. So, I had to make it count.
I worked my tongues harder, rutting her in time with the jerking of my fist. Zuh-Tephanie’s pink-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly, her ribs expanding and contracting with quick, sharp intakes of breath. Delectable wetness gushed over my tongues, and her cunt seemed to get even more swollen and sensitive, the tunnel caressing me as her thighs clamped against the sides of my head. I moaned into her, and her thighs squeezed harder, her feet scrabbling against my back.
Her back arched. She was cresting. I could feel it. Could taste it in her glorious moisture. She rose and rose, soaring to the peak of her pleasure. I was there, too, my cock ready to burst into my sliding grip.
One final swirl of my tongues. One more squeeze of my fist. One breathless moment of rising pleasure completely intertwined.
And then, together, we tumbled over the edge.
