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His hand shot out, he dragged her to her feet and kissed her senseless, tasting himself in the process but he didn't care. Instead, he deepened the kiss thoroughly ravishing her mouth as he began walking them back to the bed.

"If I was human, I would probably be pondering who the hell taught you to blow like that, but as a changeling, I needn't ask because I can scent your every emotion, your excitement.

That had nothing to do with experience and everything to do with your eagerness to please.

" he said into her mouth, "You, Ismena, are one hell of a temptress. "

He helped settle her on the bed, the way he wanted her. "But, now I believe, that it's my turn." He pulled her red panties down her legs .

Ismena was balanced on her arms, her head raised, she watched him purr like a stroked cat. Her whole body was wired, she was practically shivering in both anticipation and dread.

Anticipation, because her body was dying for him and she was looking forward to him going down on her—she was on fire already.

And dread, because she has really come to know how this man operates sexually.

He'll take this act to the next level, giving her more than what she can handle, and he will enjoy doing so.

From the devilish glint in his eyes, it's somewhere in his plans.

"What are you thinking about? I can hear the wheels of your mind turning." He didn't look at her. His eyes focused solely on her pussy. He loved that she was bare, there was almost no hair in her womanhood.

"I t-think y-you're about to s-set me on fire, more than I can handle." Came the tiny, shaky whispers from her throat.

One side of his lips twitched and his blue eyes twinkled.

That wasn't a smile. And he did not answer her either.

Instead, he spread her legs wide and settled himself well between them. Then, he pushed his head down, closed his eyes, and took a very deep breath.

"Smells like my new heaven right here," He growled before his fingers held her lips, and spread them apart to reveal her glistening, swollen clit. He took a long swipe at her.

Ismena nearly came off the bed, crying out at the sharp pleasure that stabbed through her body, but his hands came up grabbed her legs, and held them captively pinned on either side of her.

Wolfaraine licked down her lips, gently sucking it into his mouth a bit before letting it go. He laid his tongue into it and lapped very gently across her urethra, and her clit, which tinged ecstatically in response .

"Wolfe, ooh," she cried out. He continued to lick her clit, working round and round the hooded nub, then across it several times. Her hips twitched like they wanted to move on their own accord, but she squeezed her thigh muscles, halting the movements.

He caught her clit between his moist, warm lips and sucked on the sensitive little lump of erectile tissue.

"Jesus...." Ismena shrilled, her head felling back on the bed because her arm could no longer hold her, her chest heaving. Everywhere his lips have been burned like wildfire.

He let his tongue glide fully into the mouth of her hot opening which looked wet and red from overuse, and rotated his tongue in the soft, moist, enticingly scented hole.

Her pussy palpitated around his thrusting tongue as rich moisture dribbled onto it and slid down to her ass. He lapped at the moisture greedily, licking every one of them. Then he pushed his tongue fully into her, taking directly from the source so that no liquid escaped again.

"Jesus, oh God, oh God, ohgodohgodohgod," She panted, her body going into overdrive from the sensations coursing through her. He was eating her brains out. Frying her brain cells.

He kept stroking his tongue in and out of her, until she reached a frenzied pitch of arousal. Her body was trembling, her thighs twitching. No matter how he stroked and lapped, more liquid escaped, coating her pussy.

He lapped all of them frantically, hungrily.

Tiny growls of pleasure left his throat as he licked every corner of her intimate body, his strong hands holding her down.

He was enjoying this, it was in his face and his posture.

His cock was so hard, that Wolfaraine was very sure he could spike a nail to the wall .

He increased the tempo, ruthlessly. This time around, he practically devoured her.

Holding her legs wild open, he shoved his mouth to her pussy, licking and raving. There was no technique this time around, instead, he ate her like a mad, starving man. The taste of her was everything he'd imagined and more. He could do this forever.

She looked totally blissed out as he ravaged her pussy. The sounds she made were going to his head like a drug which made him eat her all the more, determined to draw more of those sounds from her sexy, slackened lips.

He pushed his tongue into her tight sheath and she nearly came off the bed—she would have, if he wasn't pinning her down. She made a high keening sound which turned into repeated sobs when he began fucking her with his tongue. Her body shook, he could feel the tremors even with his eyes closed.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! oooooh myyyyyyyy GOOOOOD!!!!" She was screaming mindlessly, gripping tightly to his soft, golden-silver hair. Sweat plastered her hair to her face, her neck, and her shoulder.

Her body has become one fireball of overwhelming sensations, it was too much. She needed a little bit of respite even if it's so little, she'll manage.

"Wait, Wolfe...please...!" Her fingers in his hair gripped tightly and she pushed him with all the strength in her. But she couldn't budge him. Not even an inch.

"Hmmm...." Wolfaraine was humming, completely ignoring her.

He placed his thumb and forefinger around her swollen clit, and widened, pushing her lips apart, exposing the very heart of her again.

Then he raved her once, twice, and began lapping at her there in very fast motions that caused sounds like tiny, tiny pats to fill the air .

"I'm going to... I'm going to..." She couldn't get the words out as she wanted. The intensity of what she was feeling was in her head, messing with her head, killing her body, and blurring her visions. Ismena could feel her climax approaching like a raving storm.

God, this is too much. It's more than too much.

She sobbed his name repeatedly as a plea at the overwhelming sensations, her hands frantically pushing at his head as her orgasm rode up to her in fast, hard waves. She was so close.

And she'd been right to worry in the beginning that he'd give her more than she could handle.

"Wolf-a-raineeeeeeee...!" She pleaded.

"Hmmm...." he hummed, pleasantly. He didn't stop. He didn't give her a break.

He was enjoying her too much to do any of that. He was groaning, he was growling, and his eyes were closed in utter enjoyment as he lapped and ate her.

The humming made vibrations pass through her clit and into her body, shaking her entire form. His lips covered her oversensitive nub and sucked hungrily. At the same time, he nibbled her.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a tornado. Ismena through her head back and screamed his name as her body exploded into million pieces. Her hands had a mind of their own at this point, and they were pushing at his head, tugging at his strong hands which were holding her down firmly.

She bucked, she writhed, but she couldn't move him. Wolfaraine remained planted between her trembling legs, drinking every juice of her orgasm greedily, his hands still holding her legs wide apart the way he wanted. He didn't let up, even with her orgasm.

"Mummmmmmmmyyyyyyy!!" She shrieked like a banshee.

The cry for her 'mummy' would have made Wolfaraine laugh so hard if his mouth wasn't so busy, but he couldn't stop his cheeks from stretching into an amused smile. His woman is something else.

"Please, oh please, please, Wolfe pleeeeeease," she begged and begged and begged, mindless in the overloading sensations he was forcing her to take. "Moooooooooomiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...!!"

A few seconds later, Wolfaraine decided she'd had enough when she resulted to blabbing out words that has no meanings or ordination. His woman was practically speaking in tongues.

His mouth let go of her oversensitive flesh with a 'pop' before he straightened. "There, there, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

Her legs came together immediately after he let go, she squeezed them tight, tremors still shaking her body. She was panting so hard, you'll think she was about to have an asthmatic attack.

Wolfaraine smiled, because he wasn't done with that paradise of hers. He rose above her, his cock licking precum, his cock red and angry-looking, ready to be inside her. It wouldn't take long for him to cum.

His hands were unsteady as he took hold of her knees again, a small protesting sound left her lips before she let go, allowing the muscles of her thighs to loosen so that he could easily push her legs apart the way he wanted.

She sighed when he threw her legs over his shoulders, bending her practically in half, and buried himself to the hilt inside her. The feel of his thick cock stretching her was uncomfortable at first but not painful.

Before long, he was slamming into her, using her like a boneless rag doll, his body heavy and perfect on top of her. She let him take whatever he wanted, completely exhausted to do anything else.

His face made her transfixed. His big, muscular body pounded her into the bed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth slack. He looked like he was getting all the pleasures in the world from fucking into her body.

It didn't take long for him to come with a loud groan, pushing away from her as he did so, leaving her bereft and empty, but utterly satisfied.

The orgasm rocked his entire body, Wolfaraine stood at the corner stroking himself to get the last of his release out of him. It took a few minutes before he could get himself under control again.

"So, how about we go round two, what do you say—" His words cut off when he swiveled his head towards the bed. A smile ghosted his face because Ismena was asleep like a baby.