47 – (R-18) POV: Worker Ant V

They cleaned up in the lake, washing off the grime and filth of the day. Ari didn’t expand on what the ‘other skill’ was—she kept a playful grin as she scrubbed down Silvana’s body, and Silvana did the same for her, clearly wanting to keep it a surprise.

Finally clean, though, and dried off, Ari returned to invading Silvana’s space, hugging close to her and leaning forward.

“So. My fourth level,” Ari said. This close together—a few inches—her face took up Silvana’s entire vision. Freckles spotted across pale skin, and full, smirking lips captured Silvana’s attention. Silvana wasn’t that timid of a person in normal circumstances, but when it came to this—the tight press of a cute girl’s chest against her own, her hands on Silvana’s hips—she was much more susceptible to tripping over herself. “It’s called [Long Tongue]. It’s a bit weird, but I think it could be fun?”

Silvana barely registered the words. Ari’s presence intoxicated her. Her warm body squeezed against Silvana’s own, erasing her thoughts. Was Ari aware of the effect she had on other people? She had to be. But it seemed like she wasn’t.

“Hello?” Ari teased.

Silvana started. “Uh. Yeah.” What had she said? Long tongue?

What did that mean?

Then again, did it matter? This girl could do anything she wanted to Silvana.

But slowly, her brain kicked into gear. Long tongue. So …?

A second later, Ari’s mouth pressed into her own, shutting her cognitive functions right back off.

Silvana closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. Ari pried her mouth open and slipped a tongue in, sliding around, wrestling with her, and around, against her teeth, exploring.

Exploring … confusingly deep. Ari pressed forward, making Silvana take a step back to steady herself, and her tongue ventured deeper—then deeper further, to places a tongue had no right reaching.

[Long Tongue]. The meaning behind what Ari had been saying settled in. It lets her … what? Extend her tongue? Silvana was briefly apprehensive, but it melted away under the attention, and eagerness, of Ari’s exploration.

Ari pulled back, bringing the kiss back to ‘normal’. “You okay?” she murmured.

Silvana didn’t break the kiss. That was answer enough, she supposed, because Ari returned to her efforts.

Her tongue adventured out, deeper into Silvana’s mouth, and further still—until it was bumping against the back of her throat.

Weird.

Weird, but hot. Silvana didn’t know what to make of this, but with Ari’s intoxicating presence, the press of her tits, stomach, pelvis against her own, Silvana’s cock pressing into Ari’s stomach, and Ari’s hands on Silvana’s ass, pulling her tight—any hesitations melted away. She wanted more.

And Ari provided. Her lips warred against Silvana’s as her tongue finally closed the gap—presumably, at Silvana’s implied permission, no protests forthcoming. Ari’s tongue slid down her throat, slipping into that tight hole in a confusingly erotic way. Silvana groaned even as she fought down her gag reflex.

She has her tongue in my throat.

Her entire existence had been confusing, so far, but even to Silvana’s inserted memories, the reshaping of what she found ‘normal’, this experience was … odd. Ari’s tongue ventured down, squeezing into her tight upper-hole, and Silvana drowned in the bizarre sort of pleasure it provided.

So weird, she thought.

Ari’s tongue explored Silvana’s upper depths, squirming around in a way that that had a gag threatening to rear up. Her cock was rock hard—almost painfully. She wouldn’t have thought this would turn her on as much as it did, but it did. She reciprocated the kiss fervently, even as her throat was crammed full of powerful, flexible muscle.

Finally, Ari pulled back. A foot worth of tongue—or what felt like it—slid out of Silvana’s throat, and she groaned at the sensation. Ari pulled back, pupils blown out, the normally bright green now only a slim ring.

“Wow,” Ari breathed. “That was—wow.”

“I like that skill,” Silvana said, panting. For how impractical Ari’s class was … Silvana didn’t think she’d mind having it herself, when it came with abilities like that.

Ari grinned. “Mind if I try it out, down lower?”

Silvana’s brain tripped over itself. “In what universe would I say ‘no’?”

The smile widened. Ari sank to her knees, and Silvana’s entire body was, suddenly, on fire with anticipation.

“I wonder how deep I can go?” Ari mused, gripping Silvana’s cock and guiding it out of the way. Though Ari would surely be servicing it down the line—considering that this encounter was for ‘Monster Milking’ purposes—her current endeavor was to use Silvana’s other part.

Warm lips pressed a soft kiss into Silvana’s lower lips, and Silvana’s head tilted back.

How did I ever get so lucky?

From a replaceable cog in a machine—one of a thousand worker ants—to this. To having a cute redhead pressing a kiss between her legs, about to—

Thrust in. Ari’s tongue sank into Silvana, and her knees squeezed toward each other, pressing into Ari’s skull as her tongue explored forward.

Forward.

Deeper.

Past where any tongue should be able to venture.

Silvana’s cock draped across the top of Ari’s head, rested against soft hair as Ari buried her tongue deeper and deeper into her. Her balls pressed against Ari’s forehead. Pre-cum dribbled from her tip as Silvana groaned at the sensation Ari’s eager, slippery tongue provided as it wiggled closer and closer to her womb. A drop of pre fell, painting Ari’s back. On her knees like she was, Silvana could see over Ari’s shoulders and to a perfectly shaped ass.

And then finally, Ari’s tongue hit the end, bumping against her cervix.

Silvana hadn’t ever felt anything bumping against her cervix, much less a girl’s tongue. She shuddered, fingers burying into the back of Ari’s head, pressing her forward to get her just an inch deeper. Ari joined eagerly, gripping Silvana’s thighs as she buried her nose into the space beneath Silvana’s balls. Her cock strained into the air.

Fuck. That’s nice. They’d barely started, and already Silvana felt dizzy. Ari stroked her with long, curling motions, exploring Silvana’s bumpy inner walls in a way she hadn’t thought possible. Silvana groaned and pushed harder, burying the redhead deeper in. Ari didn’t complain at the roughness. Her submissiveness, even, made the experience even more scorching. This was a woman who owned her, more or less, and yet—look at what Silvana was allowed to do. Ari was hers to play with. Ari was happy to be a source of pleasure, and Silvana could use her however she wanted.

Maybe Silvana’s twitching cock gave her away, or the noises she was making, but Ari finally pulled back, slipping her long, powerful tongue out.

“Uh-uh,” Ari teased. “Can’t finish yet. I need to collect, remember?”