71. Mouth to Mouth
You raise an eyebrow at her, and she her breath catches in her throat. “Please. Master.”
The two of you are a study in opposites. You keep your movements slow and deliberate as you help her own almost frenzied disrobing, until she's nude before you.
You let your eyes track down her skin, so pale that you can see the delicate latticework of veins beneath her skin, pausing only briefly on the pale hair between her legs. She spreads her legs as you look, exposing her pussy to you.
You push forward, stepping over her until your hips are over hers. She licks her lips, looking up at you in anticipation with grey flecked eyes. The first time you fucked it was all animalism and force, her own arousal at doing something so absolutely forbidden.
This time round, you know her. And you have time to do it right.
You push your lips against hers, swallowing the note of surprise that escapes her lips as your tongue seeks entry. She parts her lips, as eager as she is surprised. Her own tongue, so small and human compared to your own, is firmly on the defensive as you coax it with the thick tube of muscle that is your own. You give your everything to the kiss until, when you pull away, she moans in disappointment.
Before she manages to do more than flutter her eyes however, you pull away and down. Her hlaf shut eyes fly open in shock as your tongue, already slicked with your combined saliva, dances over her exposed pussy. Either her new body came pre-trimmed or Amanda came up here well prepared, leaving only a short coat of silky hair above her clit, almost like an arrow.
You take the direction, rubbing your tongue against it with insistent firmness that makes the necromancer throw her head back and sets her tits bouncing. Her hips buck and a wave of arousal flows out from her – both metaphorical and literal as your mouth is assailed by the tangy taste of her juices.
You smile against her hips. Well that certainly seems to be wet enough for step two.
When your tongue pushes past her pussy lips and into her, Amanda lets out of long, low moan that doesn't stop until you do, about two thirds of your tongue inside her. You shift your head up, making her groan, and curl the rest of your tongue up against her clit.
Sometimes, being a drake is such an upgrade.
As soon as Amanda gets used to the foreign presence, you move. Staring slow, you draw your tongue in and out, only an inch each way. The coil of your tongue however means that every movement is both penetrates Amanda and stimulates her clit, making her shudder on the floor.
“F...uck me that's so good!”
You settle into a more comfortable position, grabbing onto her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze that draws another moan from the mostly-redhead. Within a minute of your ministrations, Amanda's legs lock up, and her hands grasp at the horns that sweep back from your scalp, locking you in place as she bucks, her back leaving the floor in a primal attempt to fill herself as much as possible. Another wave of tang hits you as she climaxes. One hand leaves your horns and pushes between your tongue and her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles as she ekes out as much pleasure as possible.
She half screams, half gasps as one of your claw tipped fingers, slicked with run-off, pushes into her ass. Her whole body jerks as she climaxes again from the unexpected intrusion, and her rubbing redoubles.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck don't fucking stop.”
You oblige, gently flexing your finger as your tongue starts it's movements again. Within moments, her legs tense for a third and final time.
While she comes down from her intense burst of orgasms, you extricate yourself from her body, leaving her a shuddering mess on the floor.
Once she's come down enough to hear you, you pull yourself to your feet and stand over her.
“Are you ready to begin?”
She nods, and opens her mouth to speak. You take the opportunity to push down into another kiss, her juices still wet on your chin and tongue. She doesn't seem upset by this development, opening her mouth wider and with a moan and licking at your tongue as you slowly push it into her mouth. Licks become sucks, until she's bobbing her head on the floor along several inches of your tongue. The feeling is... strange. But enough to make the low heat in your loins swell as your cock emerges.
“'e'er'”
You pull back at the grunt. “I beg your pardon?”
Amanda, make-up applied and already smudged, takes a moment to focus her eyes on you from where they had been half closed and rolled up. She takes a deep breath and gives you a tiny, coquettish smile.
“Deeper. Master.”
You pause and then mentally shrug. It was pretty hot. But as you go back to continue the kiss, she brings her mouth up to your ear.
“Fuck me too. And when you get bored of warming my throat up, I'll clean your cock too.”
Well then.
You enter her with your tongue and cock at the same time and if the grunt of pleasure that forces its way out of her mouth is any indication that's exactly what Amanda wanted. You take a few thrusts to find a rhythm, helped by her wrapping her legs around your waist and bringing her hips up off the floor. Her pussy ripples as it swallows your cock, mirrored as her eyes roll back again and your tongue pushes against the back of her throat.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, there's not even a hint of a gag reflex as Amanda swallows your tongue, her head still bobbing and her own tongue stroking the underside of yours as she deepthroats you.
The twin sensations are like nothing you've ever felt. There's no denying that your tongue is sensitive, but you've never thought about it as a particularly sexual organ on its own. But as Amanda clings to you with both legs and one arm, and uses her free hand to guide her mouth to yours, till your lips touch with your tongue gently fucking her throat, there's no denying that it feels good. Each thrust of your hips into hers produces a wet splat and a ripple of movement that pushes your tongue into her mouth. Tears and spit mar her make up until her whole body tenses once more and you pull yourself from the...
it's not a 69... a P9?
You shake your head. Amanda is wide eyes below you, a smile stretching across her face.
“Fuck that was...” She coughs. “I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me, master.”
You snort. “That's not normal, Amanda.”
She shrugs, fire in her eyes. “I know. But it's my choice. Now... Are you going to fuck my throat till we both cum, or are you not? That's your choice too.”
You shake your head, a smile pulling at your lips. “Not much of a choice.”
Within moments, you've changed position, the tip of your cock resting on her upper lip as she tilts her head back to accommodate it. Her left arm still baring the most of her weight, her right allowing her to dance fingers over her wet pussy as her lips open and her tongue snakes out. She bobs her head beneath you, lapping at her juices that are still smeared over your shaft and humming in contentment.
Once she is apparently satisfied with your cleanliness, she places a small kiss on the tip of your cock with a slight giggle, and then your feel her tongue again. This time, it rubs and flicks against the top of the head, while her lips part and her breath – hot for a human, but cool against your fiery flesh – washes over you, sending pleasant tingles up your spine.
It's all the invitation you need really. With a slight adjustment of the angle of your hips, a manoeuvrer that is becoming increasingly familiar to you, you slide into her mouth. The slightly cooler temperature of her breath is not as pronounced in her flesh, but her mouth is still cooler than your own body. The sensation sends another shudder down your spine as the first few inches of your cock come to rest in Amanda's mouth.
Her tongue swirls around you, making short work of any precum that may have gathered, before she gives an exaggerated groan and pushes her head up towards your hips, shifting another few finger-widths of cock into her. Her throat pushes against your cock, a hard, almost painful ring of muscle that noticeably relaxes as your cockhead rubs against it.
You pull back, ignoring the moue of disappointment from below, and then push forward with your not inconsiderable strength. Amanda bucks below you as your almost force your cock into her throat, and the hand between her legs picks up speed. You can feel her tongue, trapped between your shaft and her jaw, wiggling in a strange, almost gulping dance. Amanda's head moves underneath you, sawing your cock in and out of her throat.
You go to pull back, put a hand on your knee stops you. Amanda shifts her jaw, flicks her tongue over you once more, and then shoves her face back into your crotch. Your leg nearly buckles at the sudden intense sensation, forcing your cock deeper than the necromancer had perhaps intended – a single gag is all she shows for it however, until her lips close against the very base of your cock, the entire thing – around eight inches by your estimate – squeezed from all around by the muscles of her throat. Her fingers don't give any indication that she finds her current position detrimental. She's buried up to the second knuckle with two fingers with her thumb rubs quick circles around her clit, even as you get your leg back under control and pull yourself slightly back. Amanda grunts something unintelligible, and moves with you, lips fastening around your base again as her furious fingering speeds up once more. After a second it becomes clear why, as her legs shake and she slides off your cock with a gasp. Her hand slows, but doesn't stop while she catches her breath, and then you feel her tongue, on your stomach this time.
“Don't stop now,” she groans out, before latching her mouth around your cock again.
It takes you a moment to find your rhythm – the angle isn't perfect for someone with four legs, but you are somewhat practised by now and Amanda is a gracious mouth. Before too long, your shaft is pumping her throat while she gasps in breaths whenever she can. You both know she's not against the rough treatment as you slowly increase the amount of time you spend denying her breath until she's choking in breaths only when you pull out too far between thrusts
On your nest downstroke, your bring your tail down and under your body – it's not the most natural position, but it's a useful appendage, as proven when your wrap it around Amanda's throat, holding her head against your crotch. Her fingers go into overtime, the arm she's been using to support herself leaving the floor to join her other hand in pleasuring herself, pulling and twisting at her pert tits and leaving most of her weight to be held by the tail around her neck. You adjust it slightly so that she's reclined somewhat, leaning against the last quarter or so of your tail, but don't pull out of her throat even as you grab one of her nipples in your claws and give it a gentle twist.
Amanda shakes underneath you, her body trying to pull away from the two things blocking her airways as her eyes roll, but her hands tell another story. With you molesting her tits, that hand dives down between her legs and takes the role of pussy-pleasurer. That hand, already lubed up, drifts lower. She makes a tiny noise, a high pitched squeak, as she pushes those same fingers into her ass.
Seems like you awoke something in her.
Again.
Oh well.
Within moments, her body is trembling again as she rockets towards another orgasm, and you're beginning to feel your own approaching too. With a low roar, you pull totally out of her throat for just long enough for her to fill her lungs, and then slam yourself back in. Her throat constricts around you almost too tightly as her legs begin to shake, and that's all you need to push yourself over the edge too. Your hips buck as you cum, filling her throat with pump after pump of semen. She bucks, half gagging, and you pull yourself free in time to cover her face and tits with your last few spurts of cum as her own orgasm seems to calm.
Slowly, gently, you unwrap your tail from around her neck and lay her on the floor.
Even red faced, plastered with cum and ruined make-up, there's an innocence to her, you decide as she curls in on herself, coaxing herself through her final shuddering aftershocks. A view that's almost immediately challenged as she licks her lips and then starts scraping the cum off her face and into her mouth. Once she's mostly clean, she curls up next to you, and you lie down around her, cradling her. Letting her come back to herself.
It takes a few minutes before she speaks.
“You have no idea how often I've relived that afternoon in my mind.”
You chuckle. “I think I can guess.”
Then silence claims you both as you drift to sleep.
The nightmares you're half expecting aren't nearly as bad as they could have been.
I wouldn't be surprised if Amanda was viewed by most people as a highly unrealistic character when it comes to sex, someone I made to fulfil my sick fantasies. Of all the characters, she's the one based off of someone I once knew.
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Also, remember kids, breath play can be dangerous. If you or your partner don't know where your re-spawn point is, do your research first!
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