Page 30 of Invasion of Sorority Z

My lips press gently against herclitagain, coaxing a soft sound from between her pretty lips. I let my tongue roll out of my mouth, pushing it against her cunt, and a sweet burst of flavor floods between my lips. She whimpers loudly in response, enjoying my actions.

Dragging my tongue from where she is most sensitive to where she is wettest, I lap up her taste. It is the best taste, rivaling the one I experience whilst kissing her lips or her skin. It is the taste of Stee-vee. The taste of my mate.

“Oh god,” she gasps, and her little fists pull on the coverings. “You really don’t have to do this. I know not everyone likes it.”

I refrain from growling at her. “Anyone who does not wish for this is a fool. I will continue until you demand that I stop.”

“Shit,” she says, her legs quivering with my next lick of her glistening slit.

I repeat the same movement, wondering how she will shake for me when it is all too much. I wonder how she will cry out. Will she yell my name in her daze? Shall I request that she does?

Stee-vee lets out a moaning breath, her fingers tightening even more into the covers. Her sounds fuel me, bringing me pleasure without a single physical touch to my cock. She makes me feel as if I am stroking myself with only her lovely noises.

Twisting my tongue between my lips and brushing it more firmly against her little bud of pleasure, I let out a groan of my own. Trying to simply drink from her, distracted with the addictive taste, I test different pressures and patterns between her legs. When I wrap my lips gently around her clit, her behind lifts from the bed, hips rising in the air.

She shouts. “Holy shhh—” I make her gasp, her words lost as I do it again.

Instincts driving me, my hand moves up her bare thigh, fingers dragging against the warm skin. Placing a singular digit at her core, I look to her face, waiting for her to give me a sign.

My cock will go here one day. Soon, if I can make it so. But I do not know human mating rituals, and I will not provide my mate with discomfort.

“You can put it in,” she whispers. “Just be slow, your fingers are kind of… well, big.”

Flattering female.“I will be slow,” I tell her, kissing her sensitive flesh. I will be the most patient Aprixian to ever live.

I push into her opening with stealth, keeping my eyes planted on her lovely face. Her mouth falls open in a cry as soon as I’m knuckle deep.

“Bad?” I ask, worried.

If it is bad, I will never do it to her again. No matter how thrilling it feels for me.

“No,” she bursts out. “Just a stretch.” Her face becomes pinker. “Such a good stretch.”

My mate’s praise makes my cock jump and my finger pump. Her hips swing up once more, and her chest rises. I groan and dive back in for more licks of her pink cunt, thrusting my digit in with a measured pace.

One of her hands leaps from the covers and into the strands of my hair. She uses it to hold me close, ensuring I don’t leave her. I will never leave her. I want her closer, in fact.

I plant my fingers around her left knee and pull it up. I decorate my shoulder with the back of her leg and sweep my arm beneath it to hold her firmly. She grips me harder and I suck on her flesh, pumping my finger deeper, moving faster than before.

My mate tells me that not every male does this for his female, and she is not a liar, but it is difficult to believe even still. How could this pleasure be resisted? Rejected? I cannot imagine the damage to one’s brain that would cause such an affliction.

If it were not for the fabric around my legs squeezing the life from my cock, this action alone would leave me leaking with seed. With the shame that I cannot hold it in. Perhaps more than once.

The urge to rut against the firmness of my bed is only resisted by the distraction of her pleasure coming to a peak. My need for air no longer exists, only my need to hear her shouting and screaming for me.

Her leg locks me in tighter, and her hips jut up and down, rocking into my mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants, growing bolder with her fist in my hair.

I do not tell her that I won’t. Even though I will not. I only continue to suck at her flesh and fuck her cunt with my finger.

She squeezes around me, her walls pulsing as she does. She screams the most broken cries of pleasure. “Marrec! Yes yes yes, ohmygoddd!”

It goes on for many minutes. From fast to slow, she rides out the touches I provide her with, and slumps as it all ends. Her heart beats steadily and she breathes to relax herself. It is a good feeling to have done this for her. The best feeling.

It is so good that the tightness of my pants no longer matters, and I, just as her, come undone. “Stee-vee,” I murmur, nearly losing consciousness.

“Oh wow,” she says, looking her bright eyes at me. “Did you…?”

“I did,” I tell her, unable to feel shame. “I could not stop it.”

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