Page 17 of Lycan

The pressure at the entrance of my sex loosened. I gasped at the release of his knot. Liquid gushed down my thighs, making me feel like I peed. I stiffened, looking up at him. His glowing eyes settled on mine. Using his fur as a purchase, I lifted myself up, using my tingling feet to push off his hips. Liquid continued trickling from my pussy in a rush. Orange glowing cum painted the insides of my thighs.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“I must clean you.” He grabbed my hips, lifting me so easily, and laying me on the ground with care. I gawked up at him. His antlers stretched high over his head. Intimidatingly. He dropped to all fours, leaning over my sensitive sex.

His muzzle dipped and he began licking me clean with long, toe curling swipes. I twitched and jerked with every run of his tongue. I was much too sensitive for this.

“Fenrir,” I yelped.

He grunted again.

I scowled at him. His antlers hovered a few inches above me. With the moonlight coming into the shack, I got a better glance at them. There seemed to be the smallest fibers coating the bone. Would they be soft if I touched them? He licked again, making my leg twitch.

“You taste . . .” He trailed off and I stiffened, battling with the urge to hide from him. All this was so new and scary. Even if I did like it.

“Like what?” I breathed, pushing myself to my elbows. “Bad?” I rolled my lips between my teeth and tried to close my legs. His rough palms flattened on my legs, splaying me wide.

“Unlike anything I ever encountered. I will never tire of it.”

“Oh.” I breathed, gawking down at his large head hovering over my wet, aching core. Orange flared so brightly it reflected on the walls and forced me to shield my gaze.

I laughed nervously. “Never is quite a long time.” He didn’t respond. His head moved with each drag of his tongue. The silky texture flicked against the inside crevice of my thigh, and I snorted out a laugh, trying to shy away, but his grip didn’t allow me to.

“Fenrir,” I gasped. “It tickles.”

“Tic-les?” His tongue flicked out in the same spot.

“Tickles. It feels funny.” I explained with a guffaw.

“You do not like this? Then why is the fleshy mouth covering your fangs spread like when you moan with pleasure?”

Fleshy mouth? What the . . . “Oh, my lips?” I pointed at mine. “You’re asking why I’m smiling.”

“Smiling.” He nodded, his ears flicking. The inside was as pink as his perpetually wet cock which had sunk back into his slit at some point.

“What are these named?” His sharp claw raked up the swell of my belly and rasped against my nipple. His head tilted questioningly.

“Nipples.” Another drag and the sharp talon was much too close to my face.

“Muzzle.”

“Nose and mouth,” I corrected. He seemed so confused, it was cute.

“You are very different from a female lycan.” He’d already said that. I scowled.

“Um, yeah, makes sense since we’re different species.” My tone held the slightest bite, but his words rubbed me wrong. I tried to jerk my leg away, but it was no use. His finger-pad grazed against something that stung, and I hissed a breath out between my teeth.

His nose flared and he dipped, sniffing. I tensed. What on earth was he doing? He forcefully moved my left leg so it crossed my other thigh. His glowing eyes flared, but since he wasn’t looking at me, I saw what held his focus. His nose neared the long scratch on the outside of my thigh. Little droplets of blood gathered along the wound.

“You are leaking red now.” His snarl echoed off the walls of the shack. He must have grazed his claws against the scratches and re-opened them.

“It’s just a little cut.” I scowled down at the wound.

“I will heal you.”

His palm flattened behind my neck, and he forced me up, bringing me to my knees while he rose to his with ease.

A loud huff blew my hair back as he lowered his muzzle to sniff me and his cock emerged from the slit.

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