His tongue dragged up the slick seam of my cunt, long and f*****g thick, curling greedily as if he were tasting something forbidden—and couldn’t get enough. My thighs trembled where they were slung over his massive, muscled shoulders, his claws digging into my hips, holding me open, holding me still. Every inch of me was spread for him, soaked, dripping, aching. And he was feral about it.
I wasn’t sure if I was moaning or sobbing, the sound broken in my throat. My back arched off the stone floor, but there was no escaping him. That tongue—God, that tongue—slid inside me, obscene and relentless, stretching me wide. It didn’t stop at shallow licks either. No, this beast knew how to devour. He thrust it deep, like he was f*****g me with it, slurping, groaning low in his chest like my taste a
