Bee whimpers again, but she tugs her tunic up above her teats, revealing them to my gaze. It's a silent invitation for more, and I fall upon her hungrily, thrilled that I get this chance to give my mate the pleasure she deserves. Now that her skin is exposed, I can see that those fascinating nipples are a deeper shade than the rest of her skin, tight and pointing up at my mouth as if in a silent demand to be tasted. I flick my tongue over one, and Bee gasps, her thighs coming apart in another silent request.
Kef me, this female is going to destroy me. I'm never leaving this bed again, not as long as she's in it. With a hungry growl, I nip at the taut tip of one breast, then my greedy mouth moves to the other to give it attention. I lick one, then the other, and when she wriggles with pleasure, panting, she digs her fingers into my mane, holding me to her teats. The heavy globes slide against her sides, so I cup each one as I taste it, feeding it to my hungry mouth. I want to feast on these gorgeous teats forever, play with them endlessly, because she's making such sweet, needy sounds as I do, and all the while, her arousal scent grows thicker and thicker around us.
I think about how she'd touched me, and how she squeezed my shaft and dragged her fingers through the wetness on the tip of my cock. I want to do the same to her—to give her touches between her legs that make her wild with pleasure. I lift my mouth from one glorious teat to glance up at her. "Can I touch your cunt, Bee?"
She moans, nodding as she clutches at my head. Her thighs spread apart, and the scent of her nearly overwhelms me with need. I latch onto one of her nipples again, teasing and sucking, and press my hand between her thighs, exploring her. She did not wear trou to bed, wishing to be comfortable, and I am grateful for it. There's a scrap of material covering her cunt, and when I discover it with searching fingers, I growl in frustration and push it aside, because I need her cunt exposed to me.
"Victor," she pants. "Oh, Victor."
My searching fingers uncover a crinkle of curls over the mound of her cunt. I find these fascinating, but not nearly as fascinating as the slippery wet folds underneath those curls. She is soaked, my pretty Bee, my fingertips gliding through her folds with such ease that it makes my cock ache. So wet for me. I drag my fingers through those soft petals of flesh, grateful again that my claws are gone. Now I have the freedom to touch and explore her as I like, and I trace her folds with one fingertip, then the seam between them, then deeper still. I find the entrance to her body, the one that leads inside her, and dip into it with a fingertip. That elicits a moan from her, but her most fascinating reaction comes when I brush over the bead of flesh at the apex of her cunt. It is rounded and prominent, and when I rub my fingertip against it, her legs jerk and she makes a garbled sound, her fingers tightening in my mane.
Perhaps this is the most sensitive spot, then. I lick the nipple I'm teasing and lift my head to ask, when the thick, heady scent of her overwhelms me. Bee's juicy cunt is coating my hand with her delicious scent, and I need to taste it. I lift my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers.
Oh.
Oh kef.
I let out a long, ragged groan. "Oh, Bee. That cunt is juicy. I've never tasted anything better."
She whimpers, squirming on the blankets. "Victor," she pants. "Touch me."
"Can I use my tongue? I need to use my tongue," I clarify. "I need to taste all of you."
"Please," she says again. "Please, please. I need you so much."
I love how wild she is. How frantic. She's as hungry for my mouth as I am for her touch. Smugly, I think how the other male never elicited any response from her. A mere touch from me and Bee's cunt soaks with honey. In this, I am a champion, and I am eager to use my champion skills to make my mate come harder than she ever has before.
With wild, eager presses of my mouth to her belly, I ease down her rounded body and then between her thighs. Her clothing is still in the way, so I guide her legs together and pull it down her limbs, tossing it aside like rubbish. It's in my way. I want her cunt exposed to the air, exposed to my tongue. And now that she's naked, I feast on the sight of her.
Bee's cunt is just as lovely to gaze upon as it is to touch. Her folds are duskier than the rest of her golden-brown skin, drawing the eye in silent invitation. She's so wet that her skin gleams, the curls above her slit damp. I run a teasing finger up and down, spreading her softness for my gaze, and she moans, her abundant thighs going wide again. Gleaming amidst those folds is the sensitive pearl of flesh that's makes her react, and I can't wait to get my mouth on it.
I suck my fingers clean of her taste as I use my other hand to rub her cunt. She squirms against my touch, panting, and it makes her teats jiggle enticingly. "Unfair," I murmur, licking the last of her juices from my skin. "I want my mouth all over you, but I can only put it one place at a time." When she makes another needy sound, I chuckle, feeling strong and powerful to make such a beautiful female so hungry for my touch. "Lucky for you, I know where I want it most."
"Don't make me beg," she warns.
"You're already begging," I remind her, and slide to the end of the bed. It's such a small, ridiculous bed clearly made for humans and not anyone larger. It's almost a relief to kneel on the floor and just haul her down toward where I'm waiting to taste her. I tug one thigh over my shoulder, grateful again that my spikes have receded, because it allows me to do this. I hook her other leg as well and then nuzzle my face against her cunt, drowning in the scent of her.
She cries out, the sound sweet to my ears.
As for me, I am lost. I have been dreaming of the taste of her for weeks now, and this is sensory overload. Like the ravenous beast I am, I bury my face in her folds and tongue her. My world ceases to exist outside of the cradle of her wet cunt, and I lick every bit of delicious wetness from her body, needing more and more with every stroke of my tongue. Bee's hands twist in my mane and she cries out as I lap at her, but she does not come. It takes me a moment to realize that I have been selfishly seeking my own pleasure, not hers. She needs that sensitive little bead teased, and I have been sating myself on her juices. With a determined growl, I move up to the little bud and trace the tip of my tongue around it.
Bee sucks in a breath, her hips arching. Her hands tremble against my scalp. "Victor!"
"I am here," I tell her, and then lick that bead again. "Is this what you like?"
She makes a low keening noise in her throat, her thighs tightening around my neck. "Oh please, Victor. Please, please, please. Make me come. I need it."
I want to tell her that I have her. That I will not let her go until I make her come better than she has ever come before. That she is my mate and I am claiming her with every stroke of my tongue on this gorgeous cunt. But all of that would require lifting my mouth, and I am greedy enough to keep tonguing her, making sure to drag the flat of my tongue against the nub with every pass.
"My clit," she tells me, panting. "Tease the hood of my clit just like that."
A clit? Is that what it is called? I make a mental note of this and do as she asks, and I love that she is bold enough to demand this from me. "Tell me how you like it," I murmur between licks. "So I can give you the best orgasm."
And she does. She tells me to speed up, to keep my movements steady, where I should rub my tongue against her clit (the underside) and when to add a finger into the tight well of warmth that is her channel. The act of adding a finger nearly makes me come unglued—her body squeezes it tightly. I imagine what it would feel like for her to accept my cock like this—to take me into her cunt and grip down on it like a vise, and I thrust into the air pointlessly even as I pleasure her. A low trembling starts in her body, and I add a second finger, feeling her stretch around me, and hot need dribbles down my length. I am hard and aching once more, but I keep my mouth on her, teasing her clit and sucking on it as she instructs, and when she comes, it is with a hard cry and a fresh burst of her flavor that nearly sends me over myself.