Page 170 of Evil Hearts

Oryn grumbles, and lowers his head to his crossed forelegs, causing her to look at him with curiosity.

“Why have you not touched me? Licked me? Taken me?” she questions, her hand leaving the space between her thighs as if she’s offering herself to him.

“You have yet to invite such action from me,” Oryn states plainly, looking up at his naked fox, still sullen about her teasing.

“I’ve shown my willingness,” she insists. Her head falls back and her breasts push forward as they had minutes before. “It seems as if you are unsure how to proceed.”

Oryn bristles at her ability to see to the truth of the matter, but his chest brightens. This time the heat is due to embarrassment instead of the same excitement as before, and he huffs at his inability to keep his emotions hidden.

“As if it’s my fault.” He sniffs. “It’s been nearly fifty years since the tribes set our world on a path of hatred. I haven’t had the opportunity to find a woman. I reached sexual maturity only a few years ago. I’ve done what I can,” Oryn says, looking awayfrom her and blowing out a steaming breath from his nostrils in frustration. “I know your anatomy. I’ve read books. I understand how reproduction works.”

“Do you?” his fox questions him with a brow raised and a knowing smile on her lips.

“I mean …” Oryn falters, “by definition yes.” The Prince uncrosses and recrosses his forelegs awkwardly.

“But you’ve yet to experience it,” the woman insists. Bracing herself, she slides down the rock until she’s on her feet in front of the Prince, then reaches for him. Her fingertips make contact with his snout and she runs them up his face before stroking under his eyes with care. “What if I want you to experience it? What if that’s why I believe I’m here?”

Oryn shudders under her chaste touch, his jaws spreading slightly.

“You intend to test my knowledge?” Oryn asks, his tone missing the playfulness he had intended it to hold.

“If you want to think of it as a test, that’s your choice. I, however, would just like to enjoy you while you do the same in return.”

Oryn nods slowly while his eyes meet hers. The woman bounces on her feet with excitement, causing her small breasts to bob up and down drawing his attention.

“Come lick me, Oryn,” she demands and steps away from him until her back is against the boulder she’d been sitting on. “Taste me, bring me pleasure with your tongue.”

“But …” The Prince begins to object, unsure of what to even do.

She shakes her head, halting his objection.

“I don’t care what you have or haven’t read in your books, Prince. I need to be teased and taunted before my pussy will be able to accept you without pain.”

Oryn’s eyes widen at her easy use of such obscene words.

His fox chuckles at his obvious surprise. “My pussy,” she says again, lowering a hand between her legs. “My cunt. My holes. There are many names besides what’s anatomically correct. Just the same as these,” her free hand rises to a breast and squeezes, “can be called so much more than breasts. I’m not afraid to use such words. If you prefer, I can call them by their proper names, though I find it distasteful.” She pinches her nipple and gasps. Her teeth are close enough together it sounds like a hiss and the sharpness of it makes his flesh tingle. “I want you to taste all of them. Explore all of me.”

Oryn gulps down the saliva that’s begun to pool in his mouth at her roaming hands, unsure where to begin.

“Right here,” his fox coaxes, squeezing her nipple once more.

Moving forward one last time, Oryn parts his mouth and follows her instructions. He runs his tongue over her chest, feeling her skin pebble under the attention. When he reaches a nipple, he circles it before flicking his tongue over it bringing forth a cutting moan from her. Remembering her pinching herself, Oryn carefully uses his teeth to scrape the puckered flesh, and she whimpers at the contact. Motivated by her positive response, he moves across her chest to the other breast and repeats his actions, this time pinching her nipple between his teeth gently and sucking on it. When his fox’s hands rise to hold his scaled face close to her, he nuzzles into her chest, rubbing one breast against his closed eye. Nuzzling her, Oryn slides his face, turning it over against her skin until his other eye receives the same attention. He inhales her scent, tasting it and allowing it to fill his lungs before raising a taloned hand to her side and gently skimming her flesh with the sharp tips. His fox shudders and her knees quake.

“More,” she begs him, her teeth gritted.

At her demand, the Prince grasps her ribcage, his fingers easily reaching over her spine. He doesn’t squeeze her too hard, butOryn makes sure his talon tips press into her soft skin. His fox arches, and without thought, Oryn captures her lips. It isn’t exactly a kiss, but she accepts his tongue as it delves into her, exploring her mouth as he swallows her gasps. When he rises off his other arm, Oryn has to hunch forward so that her feet remain on the ground. Pulling away from her mouth, he investigates her neck in much the same way. The Prince glides it over her skin, feeling her pulse and tasting the salt of her sweat with each pass it makes.

No words pass between them until Oryn adds his other hand to her ribs, his talons overlapping in places on her back.

“Please,” she says, the ragged plea sounding breathy to his ears.

Sliding one scaled hand up her back to support her head and neck, Oryn steps backward and lays his fox on the ground before him. Her dark hair splays over the mossy ground and her hands rise to her nipples, pinching and rolling them with need before she spreads her legs wide, all but begging him to move his attention to her pussy.

Oryn’s tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth and makes a smacking sound when he pries it loose. He’d wanted to do this with a woman since he’d read about it, and his mouth is salivating at the thought. Lowering himself, the Prince is hesitant as he savors the flavor of her arousal on her heated skin. His fox snakes her hands between them, her nimble fingers spreading her pussy open for him.

“Please,” she whines, and he glances up to see her lower lip pushed forward in an adorable pout.

With his tongue spread wide, hoping not to lose a single drop, Oryn licks up her center. The sweet, but tangy flavor has him feral with need in an instant. Pulling his lips back from his teeth, Oryn devours his fox. He spreads his jaws and pulls her between them until the points of his teeth are digging into her hips andass. She calls out his name as he laps at her greedily. When Oryn pushes his tongue against her opening, her hands fall to his head, grasping at the crystals jutting from it. His fox pulls him closer as she grinds her hips against the pressure of his tongue, demanding more from him. Oryn can taste blood and tries to pull away, knowing his teeth have sunk into her skin, but she holds his head in place.

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