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“I was—oh.” She makes a surprised sound when I push at her chest to urge her back down to the bed, parting her thighs and settling between them. “This,” she gasps. “I was dreaming of this.”

“You were dreaming about me tasting your pretty cunt?”

She bites her lip, nodding. “Except…”

“Except?”

“Well…you were…”

I run my nose up the center of her underwear, thankful as fuck that she prefers to sleep in just them. “I was?”

“You were kind of like last night.”

I go still, peering up at her as I smirk. “Were you dreaming of the beast, Key?”

“Maybe.”

The beast in question all but purrs inside me, closer to the surface than it’s ever been when Key is around.

“Tell me what you dreamed,” I urge.

“Your tongue,” she says softly. “It was…It got…bigger.”

My cock twitches in my jeans, and prickling at my fingertips tells me my claws have started to come out. Like knowing that she accepts me like this makes it easier to let go. I scrape them lightly against her skin, earning myself a sharp intake of her breath.

“Your eyes,” she breathes. “They’re so pretty like this.”

I hook one claw into the elastic of her underwear, watching her as I carefully,carefullyrip at the fabric. I can smell the way she getswetter, my senses sharper in this in-between state. Shelikesthis, I reaffirm. She really does.

“You want me to fuck you with a beast’s tongue?”

“It was—shit.” She hisses when I rip the other side of her underwear, slowly pulling them away and tossing them to the floor. “It was just a dream.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be,” I tell her. “But then again…your granny said no shenanigans when she let me in.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip. “Did you lock the door?”

“Aye.”

“She’ll be feeding the chickens for a little while. If you…Well. If you wanted to—”

“I told you, love,” I remind her. “I could have this pretty cunt for every meal, aye?”

She nods shakily. “You did.”

“Spread your legs,” I rasp. “Show me what’s mine.”

She sucks in a breath as she moves to do as I’ve said, parting her legs to reveal the already-wet crease of her, just begging for my mouth. The sight and scent of her set off a rumble in my chest that sounds barely human, but I force myself to show restraint, turning my head to kiss her thighs instead of diving between her legs to feast on her cunt like my body is urging me to.

“So soft,” I tell her between presses of my lips against her skin. “So sweet.” I lick up the inside of her thigh, tentatively letting go to the monstrous urges as I feel my incisors elongate and my tongue thicken. I concentrate on that sensation, trying to contain the beastliness to only where I want it, something that is admittedly difficult since I’ve never attempted it before.

She gasps when I finally let the elongated organ slip between her thighs, licking through the lips of her cunt and letting the tip curlaround her already-swollen clit. Fuck, hertaste. It makes me feel more feral than I no doubt already look.

She whimpers when I let my tongue glide down through her folds to let the tip tease at her entrance, but then something happens that surprises us both.

“Oh!”

I jerk back, glancing down at my too-long tongue with wide eyes as she does the same, eyeing the tip, which has split into two points to make a forked end. I draw as much as I can back into my mouth that will fit, watching her to see if it’s too much. When I notice her dilated pupils and the way she subtly wets her bottom lip, I realize that it isn’t.