Chapter 53: Lip Service (18+)

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Her heel dug into my chest, grinding slowly, as a low growl thrummed from her throat. The pressure worsened with every passing second until a groan slipped free from my mouth.

She leaned down just slightly, eyes locked on mine.

Her heel pressed harder into my chest before she drew it back, barely giving me a chance to breathe. Then she crouched, stripping off her shoe, then her sock - until her pearly, unblemished feet were revealed in the dingy darkness.

“Lick it.”

I blinked up at her, confusion conflicting in my eyes. I knew she meant it. Yet some part of me refused to accept.

The pale soles of her foot traced across my chest until they were before my very face.

“Lick it.”

She repeated, sharper, hasher this time. Her voice carried an intensity that made me shiver. Like an underlying warning. A hidden notion that, if I didn’t obey, something far worse than was waiting in store.

A welling feeling of disgust wanting to reject her, crawled up my throat. But… I had to swallow it down.

I clenched my teeth, forcing my body to move as though it weren’t my own. Slowly, hesitantly, I extended my tongue toward her skin, only to stop inches away, trembling.

I lifted my gaze, my eyes dragging upward until they met hers. She was just waiting, patiently. Then it came, a low, animalistic growl rumbling from her throat, vibrating through the air.

A chill seized me, so deep it felt like it ran deep into my marrow. I gulped, shuddering, before finally lowering my head closer.

I swallowed hard, the sound of my own gulp loud in my ears. Then, with a trembling breath, my tongue finally brushed against her skin. It didn’t taste like much, but the reality of what I was doing sank like lead in my stomach.

I wanted to recoil, to stop, but I couldn’t. The fear she had instilled refused to let go.

With each flex of my tongue, the disgust of the act gnawed at me, every brush against her smooth skin burning deeper than any wound.

“Every bit,” she ordered, her eyes never leaving. “Lick every inch of my feet.”

When at last I pulled away, it made me feel like I’d left something of myself behind, a little piece of my humanity. Her feet now slick with my spittle, sheened under the low light, fueling that revolting sensation I felt.

I wished, prayed, that this was the end of it. But deep down, I knew better.

Her voice cut through the silence. “Who asked you to stop?” A pause, her gaze drilling into me, colder. “Who’s going to clean the rest?”

My eyes crawled up her leg on their own, tracing the cut of muscle in her thigh, the plump firmness of her rear, the rise of her chest, until they locked with her face.

To what extent does she want me to…

I gathered the slightest bit of will, of courage that I still had left to lose.

“Wryn-”

Her hand snapped to my scalp, yanking until pain tore down my skull.

Her grip tightened in my hair, my scalp screaming as she leaned closer, her breath burning against my ear. With a drawn-out silence, she muttered, “What did I ask of you?”

I hesitated.

A sharp crack split against my cheek, my head snapping to the side as the sting bloomed hot.

“Answer me,” she whispered slowly.

My eyes drifted upwards, the sting still fresh, and what I found in her eyes made my chest cave in.

The sinking feeling of betrayal, anger… hatred.

I searched those pupils, desperate for something, to maybe find the old Wryn whom I knew, the one who got fussy whenever I tried to treat her.

And the thought struck me, like a plunge into icy waters.

Maybe this was who she truly was.

Uncaring, ruthless, merciless.

Or…

A truth.

One I willfully ignored for so long… came to bite me.

It was me. That I had broken her, carved her into this monster piece by piece, until there was nothing left but claws and teeth.

I kept going, though every thought that it felt like it dragged me deeper into the pit. I was pitying myself, drowning in the sound of those sodden words - soaked in my ignorance, in my denial, in my…

In my hope.

A hope to live a normal life.

And look… look where it had led me.

Flat on my back, questioning her, when the perpetrator was hidden, right beneath the darkness, right underneath her dark justice.

This was just the end of something. Something irreversible.

With a hollowed sense of self, I resumed. Clutching at her muscled thighs, my vision blurring as tears welled and broke free.

I was tearing up even as my tongue traced its way along her leg, dragging up, tasting everything that she had to offer.

And then, as I went up, something wetter, sour, met with my taste buds. My eyes flicked upward, tracing the path of the slick trail in the darkness.

There, at the end of her thighs, my sight got stuck at the source. It didn’t take long to realise where it came from.

Her panties, clinging to her skin, were soaked thoroughly; the fabric dark and heavy with a wild scent to it. A glistening bead appeared from that very spot, trailing down from her nethers to her inner thigh.

My tongue hesitated, tracing the edge of her thigh. I angled away, somewhere further from the wet marks of her arousal.

Then, out of nowhere, her hands clutched the side of my head. She directed my head back, back to where it was. Guiding me until the side of my face collided with her inner thigh, smacking into the warm, slimy mess that coated her skin.

The dripping heat seeped into my hair, trickling down in slow, warm rivulets until it grazed my face.

“Lick it,” she commanded again, but this time with a slight hitch. It was laced with a slight expectancy, a hint of her excitement slipping through her tone.

Her eyes widened, catching the dim light, and I noticed a flush across her cheeks, one I’d failed to see earlier in the dark.

Her hand pushed my head upward, my nose brushing against the slick fabric of her panties, pressing into her slit.

A shiver ran through her, her core trembling under the contact, and I felt a fresh wave of liquid leak out, warm and wet, seeping through it, flowing past my cheek.

Drawn in, I began to lick, my tongue gliding over her pussy, each lap responded with the restless shiver of her thighs.

The soaked material was rough yet slick against my tongue, her taste flooding my senses as her grip tensed, holding me exactly where she wanted.

“Ahh~,” a low groan escaped from her lips.

Her thighs then clamped around my head, caging my cheeks in a vice-like grip, pushing my face further up her abdomen. The sudden movement caught me off guard.

Her bushy wolf tail began to swing. Slow at first, a lazy sway from side to side, until the rhythm quickened, expressing the wild excitement coursing through her.

My tongue, trying to lap against her heat, slipped past the edge of her panties by mistake, pressing against the lips, and soon past it, delving deep into her pussy.

The heady sour taste assaulted my taste buds, wet to the brim with her need.

I tried to pull back, but she didn’t let me.

“Arghh!” Another groan followed, deeper and more desperate. Her thighs tightened further, squeezing my cheeks with unrelenting force.

Her hand hoisted my head up with a fierce tug, pushing me until my lips pressed firmly against her pussy lips, kissing the slick, bare flesh where the fabric had shifted aside.

Panic flickered as I struggled to breathe, suffocating in her heat, my tongue wriggling desperately against her wet folds.

Muffled cries escaped me, while she just cried out in symphony; her whimpers and groans sounding like an animal in rut.

The thighs remained like a cage until her knees slackened, her body lowering into my face in a shuddering collapse.

“Uuunnh!”

She moaned, a primal sound that reverberated in the air. Her tail grew rigid as a torrential flood of her discharge surged forth, overwhelming my mouth and face, her slime coating my lips, chin, and cheeks in warm, endless waves that showed no signs of stopping.

The rich taste and scent consumed me, inescapable, as her body trembled through the aftershocks, her thighs still loosely cradling my head.

Finally, her hands released my head, fingers slipping from my scalp.

I collapsed forward, face down, breathing heavily, my chest heaving as I gulped air, the taste of her still lingering on my lips.

Wryn too, sank lower, her knees giving way until she was nearly crumpled before me, her full chest rising and falling rapidly, now inches from my face. Her heavy breathing brushed against my hair, mirroring my own exhaustion.

Minutes passed in silence, the air thick with the aftermath, and I thought it was finally over. My body sagged, drained, ready to retreat-

“Again.”

I looked up in shock, my eyes meeting her face. Her cheeks were flushed, a vivid contrast to the cold, predatory glint in her eyes.

She licked her lips slowly, steadily, her gaze boring into me.

“Let’s do it again.”