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“Well, when you put it that way,” she said.

ChapterSeven

FIADH

“Iwould very much like you to lick me,” I said.

I was up in the air so fast I didn’t understand what happened. He was so quick, striking like a viper. His tail was around my waist, suspending me in the air again, his hands on the inside of my thighs, spreading them. Then his face was there, breathing against my mound of hair, his own hair tickling against my sensitive flesh. I reached down to touch his head, to feel the thick hair that I knew would be there. The drawing from my book showed a monster whose upper body was pure humanoid, having hair and facial hair just like I would expect from a human being. The book said it was to allow them to hide the danger. Their females would appear as a topless woman, naked and vulnerable, begging for help. Dungeon divers would be lured in close, unaware of the bulk of the monster that hid in the shadows.

All thoughts of the pages of my book faded as he dragged his tongue along my slit.

I moaned and gasped.

“Yes?” he murmured, his voice muffled by my skirt, which had flipped up over his head.

“Keep going!” I said.

He licked again, slow and deliberate, teasing me as his tongue wove in between my folds, exploring the nooks and crannies of my orchid, circling the nub of my pleasure. I gasped and rocked against him, my fingers tightening in his hair as I pressed myself against him.

He devoured me, chasing the swansong of my pleasure, following the serenade of my cries like they were a golden pathway leading towards treasure. His tongue stroked and dipped, sliding into me, ripping up and over me, slathering me with his unrepentant hunger. My thighs quaked against the sides of his head, my whole body shaking as I crunched forward, cascading towards a peak of quivering emptiness, a crest of need that demanded to be filled.

“Delicious,” he murmured as he withdrew his tongue.

Then his arms were around me, and the wet mess between my legs was sliding down his ripped abdominals, sliding down to rest against the bulge that was right where I needed it to be.

“Bring me forth,” he said.

I let out a moan and rocked my hips, feeling the tantalizing press of my twitching nub against the mound of his desire. Something shifted between my legs, flesh parting. I felt the press of the head of him against my opening. I rocked against it, feeling something else slide forward, slick and wet, between my lower lips.

I reached down to feel with my fingertips, tracing the thick shape.

The two thick shapes.

“Two?” I gasped.

“I am unmated,” he said. “Completely unsevered.”

“Lucky me,” I chuckled, rocking my hips against the tip of his lower member, the other one sliding in between his body and mine, a thick rod to rub against.

His arm tightened around me.

Then I was on my back, the thick pad of his tail under my spine, his body over me, his hips in between my thighs, the head of one of his maleness pressing, spreading me open, inching into my opening.

Then he shifted, twitching his hips.

He plunged into me, his thick length spreading me, opening me as he sank deep into me, bottoming out as the head of him pressed deep into me, all the way. Pleasure speared me as he did, the incredible sensation of fullness paired with the welcoming of a body aroused enough to be receptive to the sudden invasion of everything I always wanted. This was everything I wanted. This was aggression and claiming, forcefulness with the foresight to prepare my body for it.

“Yessssssss,” he hissed.

I gasped, reaching up to claw at his back as I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into the place where his glutes would be if he had legs.

“MOAR!” I roared, maiming the word with my urgent need to get absolutely railed by this beautiful monster in the dark.

He obliged.

He dragged himself out of me, plunging back in over and over like he was dancer in a club high on energy drinks, pounding into me with a determined rhythm even as he held me in his soft grip, my back pressing down into the thick cushy flesh of his tail, the second thick log of his desire sliding back and forth against my bundled nub of nerves, stroking me to greater heights even as he hit the perfect spot inside of me.

He took me, used me, devoured me, destroyed me.