His hot breath hit her lower stomach. Harsh and coiling. She squirmed as his hands forced her knees wider. Heat blazed over her as he drew near. His eyes fixed on her pussy as if mesmerized. Then his mouth opened wide.

Bliss skittered up her spine at the long slow lap of his tongue. She threw her head back, arching into him. “Govek, yes.”

He raked over her sensitive clit, and she squirmed against his grip, moaning, breathless, unable to get words out. It was so much she couldn’t think, couldn’t get enough air.

Waves of pleasure crashed over her as he teased her entry with the thick of his tongue before flattening it up her slit to lick her clit again.

Oh god, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t get away. She snapped her hips and his hands on her thighs tightened. He wouldn’t let her move. She was going mad already, and he’d barely started. She wrapped her legs around his torso, kicked into his back. His tongue laved her again, searing hot and blissful.

Spirals of trembling need vibrated into her stomach, bloomed behind her eyes. He skewered his hot, slick tongue between her folds and she tried to thrash, hips desperate to thrust into him.

He wouldn’t speed up. Wouldn’t delve deeper. Wouldn’t lick harder. She whined, pleaded, quaking for more as he methodically dragged her toward her climax. It went on and on until she was twitching and aching and desperate.

Then he slowly swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit and bright stars flashed in her eyes. Her pleasure mounted. She was going to—fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ecstasy radiated up her spine and made her arch into his mouth. Her scream echoed off the trees as her thoughts relented to the climax, releasing all tension and frustration. Her lungs gave a satisfied heave. Her vision spun as Govek pulled her onto him.

Onto his face.

“Wait—what?” Her words ended in a shuddering gasp as he slung her thighs over his shoulders, forcing them apart. Her heels dug into his back. Her back stayed against the mossy boulder, supporting some of her weight.

His eyes grew rich and dark. Clawed hands clutching her hips. He opened his mouth impossibly wide. Too wide.

Holy fuck! He could unhinge his jaw.

He yanked her throbbing pussy forward into his mouth.

His teeth prickled a tight ring all around her sensitive flesh. His tusks teased her ass and his fangs gripped right above her clit.

She was seated over him, half her weight on his face. Her hands scrambled to grip the mossy boulder for support as she looked down at her most sensitive place clutched in the mouth of a dangerous predator.

Tingling, aching, need blistered right up her spine, pooled in her core. Her pussy twitched and her clit started throbbing again.

His eyes smoldered, and she thought she may catch fire.

And then he growled.

Torturous vibration coiled up from her core, twisted in her gut, rained through her spine and she gasped, hardly able to breathe. Fuck, fuck.

He growled again and her head fell back onto the moss as a guttural cry burst from her lips. It echoed between the trees, swallowed up by the woods.

His low, vicious snarling broke through her and her hands shot out to grip the top of his head. She tightened her fingers into his hair. Pushed him away, pulled him in for more. She ground her heels into his back as she tried to kick and buck against his vibrating mouth, his caressing lips, his prickling teeth. His hold on her hips was so tight she couldn’t even twitch.

He howled and moaned and rumbled so deep into her gut her body turned to putty in his hands.

And just when she thought she would go mad from the pleasure, his tongue laved all the way from her dripping core to her pulsing, desperate clit.

Her vision blurred.

He raked over her quivering flesh and forced her to yield. She screamed, voice hoarse already. She thrust her hips and got nowhere. Babbled senselessly, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Just like he’d promised.

He swirled and flicked and bit. Stinging tightness around her pelvis helped to cut through the agony of her over sensitive clit until she was a pool of ecstasy. Completely limp on the rock. There was no use fighting.

She couldn’t escape. He drenched her in pleasure and she drowned in it. Choked.

Tingling bliss built up her spine.