Page 89 of Theirs to Crave

That was more like it. I firmed my tongue, pressing against her swollen tissues. My cock throbbed at the idea of this tight little hole squeezing around me.

“Oh, fuk, yoar tungs soh lahng!” Estrayuh panted, her hips rising, pushing my tongue deeper. “Soh thik, and—oh gahd!”

I smirked internally, increasing the frequency of my purr until she shouted again. I reached the end of her as soon as I should have expected, given her size, and flexed my tongue, licking and stretching her.

Estrayuh clamped down, gifting me with a hot surge of wetness as she twisted in my hold.

The scent of fresh blood blossomed in the air as I tightened my fingers, keeping her in place. Her inner walls tugged at meas I pulled my tongue back, and we both groaned when I pushed deep again.

I fucked her with my tongue, my cock dripping freely on the floor at the taste and feel of her, at the breathless noises she made, and the sensual quivering of her body in my hands.

“Oh fuk, oh fuk, oh fuk,” she chanted. I glanced up, arrested by the sight of her massaging her own breasts, pulling and squeezing the nipples.

One of her hands slid down, two fingers slipping into the upper split of her petals and rubbing. The volume of her cries increased, and a pulsing spasm tightened her cunt—forcing me to grunt with effort as I pushed my tongue past the constriction.

“Zafett!” she cried, trembling.

I pulled my tongue free, coating my mouth with her arousal before swallowing. Fucking delicious.

“You can call me Zaf,” I purred, chuckling when she wailed and grabbed my head-fur, pulling sharply.

My eyes slitted with pleasure at the sting, but I resisted. I wanted to know what she’d rubbed that had given her such pleasure.

Scooting forward, I curled my arm, spreading her petals with two fingers, careful not to catch a claw. I had too much I wanted to do with her sweet little cunt to bloody it so soon.

They parted, revealing a...nipple? I tilted my head, briefly distracted. Surely Hyunans didn’t nurse from their sexes. How would they hold the kit?

No. This was something else. I flicked my tongue across it, gently. Testing.

Estrayuh froze. She didn’t even breathe as she stared down at me, her fists locked in my head fur.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please!”

I licked it again, a little firmer this time, letting my tongue drag across it.

Estrayuh moaned, low and throaty, the sound saturated with bliss.

That’s the reaction I was looking for. I settled in, learning how she liked her little bud touched, following her reactions until she was a squirming, sobbing, dripping mess.

Without warning, I filled her cunt with my tongue again, thrusting in a fast, steady rhythm. It took a couple tries, but I curled my tongue so the upper part rode her bud, while the lower part continued to fuck her.

Then I purred.

“Zaf!” My name turned into a wail as Estrayuh’s body tightened. Her voice rose to a peak, breaking into helpless whimpers as her cunt fluttered and gushed around my tongue.

My purr was half growl as I lapped up every drop, my cock so hard and aching that even the brush of my fur was a torment.

Eventually, she collapsed, slapping at my head weakly.

I stopped licking and rested my head on her soft belly as I’d yearned to do for so long, pride and gratitude glowing in my chest as her breathing slowly steadied.

Her flesh was smooth, her taste rich, her scent intoxicating. My leaking, pounding cock ate at my peace, demanding satisfaction. Estrayuh let out a shuddering sigh, undulating against me with a happy murmur, and I could take no more.

I reared up, rising above her on my knees. My cock was so hard it smacked me in the stomach, and I snarled.

Estrayuh’s mouth dropped open. “Holee shit, Zaf. Yore dik is eenormus! And, fuk. Stuhded?!”

I didn’t know what she said, but my name—paired with the renewed wave of arousal that hit my nose—let me know she liked what she saw.

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