Page 5 of Lycan

“Do not hide it from me,” I snarled.

“But you’re sniffing my sex,” she whispered. Her eyes were large, like they could take up half her face. Humans were odd looking creatures. The soft, flat muzzles, the bare fur-less flesh, ugly things.

I snarled.

Her small body jolted, and her knees slowly opened, revealing, pink, damp flesh below a tuft of fur. The flesh looked unlike anything I had ever seen. It throbbed. It was hypnotizing.

This was hersex, where she reproduced with the males of her species . . . and like my species—lycans, as the humans referred to us—also had their sexual organs at the apex of their legs.

I’d assumed it was humans’ muzzles that birthed young since I had seen them taste monsters’ sexual areas to harvest the potent liquid from our release.

The female humans I overheard described our organs as ‘cocks’. They seemed gleeful at having a taste, but breeding was purely for reproducing, they should not be taking joy from it.

I had not been one of the subjects used this way, thescientistspreferred to rip me into shreds to see what I could survive.

She yelped upon my nose touching her, her legs trembling. I bared my teeth in warning, and she kept her legs spread. Her wide eyes rounded and her face turned pink.

Humans were a strange, unattractive breed, but then why did this one look so . . . soft.

Upon my tongue lapping across her, her small hands pressed over her muzzle, but a soft whine escaped.

A potent sweet taste unlike anything I had eaten shocked my system. My cock emerged from its slit, engorged and twitching. So large it pressed against the human’s leg. She tensed, but I didn’t allow another second to pass.

I repeated the same lick. Her slick coated my tongue and a shiver lifted the fur on my body.

Unmatched delicacy.

I trembled, lashing my tongue into the tightness of the petals and it gave way, allowing me to plunge into a channel to seek more of her taste. Her inner walls squeezed my tongue, and her hips frantically moved.

The more I licked, the more liquid she offered my tongue. With each gush and flick, she offered me needy whimpers. I wanted this pleasure and taste drawn out.

She would not die. She would be owned by me. Do as I ordered until I tired of her or until I gathered my strength to seek vengeance against the vile humans who took pleasure in slicing sharp objects into my body in the name of ‘discovery’—whichever came first.

I slid my tongue up the sides of her leaking crevices, gyrating forward until the tip of my member pressed into her leg. I flicked my tongue deeper into her and her body tensed, her small muzzle opening. She cried out, the call wild and visceral, forcing a growl from my throat and causing my cock to throb.

She jackknifed her hips up and her channel squeezed my tongue. Her shout now mingled with whimpers.

My hips continued to pump against the slightest touch of her leg, my knot swelling in preparation for release. A tremor worked up my spine. A foreign sensation built in my gut, and warmth spread down. What was happening to me? I could not contain myself. Slamming my claws on the ground, I raked them into the wood, gouging into the surface.

My sack drew tight and gut-wrenching pleasure webbed through every inch of my limbs, turning them useless. In a sudden burst, I could no longer breathe, and heat exploded from the tip of my cock in a gush. A guttural sound roared from my chest. Glowing release splattered over the human’s legs and onto the fabric covering her.

I swayed forward, my injuries throbbing from the grind of my hips. Weakness I would not allow while being around a human. Shaking my head to rid the drag on my limbs begging me to drop to unconsciousness, I bent to lick my release from her legs, cleaning her with quick, swift swipes. She gasped with each lave of my tongue.

I had never released. When lycan’s mated, the females dug their claws into the male and did not release the male they selected. Before my captivity, I had kept my distance in order to not be bound to a female. That choice had not changed. But this was a human, to use and discard.

I sat back on my haunches, my cock still throbbing with need. My release painted the sides of the thick pulsating member.

Her eyes fastened upon it. A high-pitched scream speared my ears. Her already small eyes became even larger.

“What is that? I-I mean, I know what it is in theory, b-but . . .”

I bared my teeth proudly.

“Clean me off, human.” The words flowed too easily. I did not enjoy touch, any touch, regardless of species, but even more so from humans. They were disgusting and weak, but this one smelled so enticing.

She closed and opened her eyes quickly.

“Y-you want me to lick your cum?” There was a tilt to the end of her words, but I could not understand what was difficult about my order. Irritation washed away my confusion.

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