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Like a gluttonous motherfucker, Malice lashes his tongue, sweeping her up and down.

Then he sinks between her lips, spearing in and out like it’s his cock.

Wonder weeps, her knees falling open, her ass boosting toward him, her cunt thrusting around his tongue.

She rides his mouth, both smashing together, the sopping echoes filling his ears.

Malice grits out a severe noise. The flesh of her pussy clamps around his tongue, and she leaks down his throat, the flavor making his brain swim. With lithe strokes, he pitches his tongue, driving inside. He straightens his tongue and jabs, fucking succinctly into her.

Christ, it takes everything in Malice not to sink his teeth into her flesh and sip on her blood. Instead, he makes up for the last time. Although that episode had been just as sexy as now, he licks her inner skin, sweeping across the place where his talons cut her.

Wonder’s exhalations quicken. She hefts herself faster, bounding on his tongue.

Malice growls into her pussy, the reverberation working like a vibrator. Hell no is he going to let up until he’s sampled every inch inside this cunt, until he knows the taste of each divine crevice.

Done soothing the wound, Malice reels back his tongue and slides up her groove, collecting the liquid like nectar. As her pleasure spills into him, Malice attacks where it counts most. Rumbling in satisfaction, he admires the cinched bud rising from her shaven cunt, then dabs the peak.

A shriek leaps from Wonder’s mouth. “Malice!”

Fuck, yes. His name on her lips.

Spurred by that, he swats his tongue over her clit, sweeping and flicking.

He tracks around its shape, eager to explore this delicate little gem, to make her scream until her vocal cords have snapped.

As if it’s his new life’s mission, Malice circles and pats that crest until it’s lifting higher, swelling pinker.

Then he straps his carnivorous lips around her clit and sucks. And Wonder loses it, her sobs erupting into shouts, her body flinging up into him. Groaning around the kernel, Malice bobs his head while simultaneously flicking her tip.

Wonder begs indecipherable things, her cries inarticulate. She’s inconsolable, sprawled out, the rush of blood coloring her skin. It’s a sight for the history books, the type of image that should be recorded in The Archives instead of the bullshit this world decided to immortalize instead.

Still pissed off about that, Malice sucks harder, tugging her clit rhythmically. Wonder rants aloud, her pussy tensing.

That’s right. Come so loud it will demolish this library.

With her dripping cunt going to his head again like a mixed cocktail, Malice excuses himself for this sacrilegious thought.

Wonder would knee him in the balls for even suggesting it, but he honestly doesn’t give a solid fuck.

Right now, he’d chip away at every stone and cornice, destroy every book if it meant that one backstabbing title didn’t exist. The pages that discredit her, drag her through the mud, and twist Wonder’s life into ridicule.

Her glazed eyes lower, seeking him out. While catching her stare, Malice draws on her clit.

Dead set on making her forget everything but his mouth, he increases the pressure like an extremist, his tongue flaying her.

Tremors wrack Wonder’s joints, and she hoists her pussy into Malice’s mouth, the motions blatant as they watch each other.

As Malice licks faster, her moans taper. The sounds elongate and slow down, the fall from grace getting closer.

Just like that, Wildflower. Come on.

A hiss gets trapped in his chest. He seizes her clit, hauling on the peg of skin, towing it into his hot, wet mouth.

All at once, Wonder goes rigid. Then she shatters up to the sky, coming against his pursed lips. He pulls on her while the muscles of her pussy spasm, her clit pulsating, her thighs quaking.

Malice groans. Fuck, the buzz of Wonder coming is more euphoric than hurling himself off the side of a building.

Shout after shout convulses from the goddess’s mouth.

When she finally collapses, Wonder gawks at The Stars, struggling to catch her breath.

Then she tips her gaze to his, that radiant glow energizing a beating place inside his chest like a generator.

She gasps as Malice gives her spent clit one more indulgent suck before releasing her.

He licks his lips, devouring her cum to the final drop. Then his voice comes out tighter than the belt tying her down. “Your pussy tastes like immortality.”

The appraisal should strike the goddess where it matters. And well, it does from the way she blushes.

But there’s more. Besides the sated expression dominating Wonder’s face, something else brightens her irises.

The visual sneaks under his skin, nudging a spot Malice can’t identify, doesn’t entirely trust, or remotely understand.

It’s like looking into the center of a star, dazzling and liable to blind him.

With her lungs in tatters, her legs astride his head, and her skin radiating something that feels like heat, Malice has never felt more immortal.

Or strangely, more human.