Page 31 of Pleasured By the Panther
Her thighs quivered in his grip. Her soft little cries told him she was sensitive, but her hips kept rocking, begging for more.
“Yes… please…” she moaned, her voice breaking.
“Shhh,” he murmured and licked her again, starting at the mouth of her little pussy and dragging his tongue up to her sensitive clit. “I’m here for you, lovely one…I’m going to make you come again. You need it, don’t you? Need me to tongue your sweet pussy until you moan for me?”
She whimpered, nodding, her hands clutching his fur.
His cock ached fiercely in its sheath, hard and heavy, desperate to be freed. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet. Right now, his only duty—his only desire—was to ease her, to help her ride out the fire burning her from the inside.
He pushed two fingers into her slick channel, groaning low in his chest when her pussy clenched greedily around him.
“Gods, yes… so tight…so wet. Your little cunt loves my fingers, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes!” she gasped, her hips bucking.
He curled his fingers, stroking deep until he found the soft swell inside her—the Goddess spot. He pressed and rubbed firmly, watching her whole body arch.
“There it is,” he purred. “Your sweet spot. Do you feel that, Miranda? I’m going to fill your with my fingers as I lick your sweet clit. I’m going to make you come for me again, lovely one.”
He bent again, sucking her clit into his mouth. His rough tongue flicked and licked, matching the rhythm of his fingers plunging into her pussy. The curvy little Elite cried out, the sound sharp and desperate, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.
“Yes… Oh God, yes! Don’t stop!”
“Never,” he growled against her, his mouth full of her taste. “I’ll never stop licking this sweet little cunt. I love how wet you are for me…love how your pussy grips my fingers like you don’t want to let me go.”
He drove his fingers faster, stroking her inner walls, pressing firmly over the swollen spot inside her. At the same time, he sucked harder at her clit, his tongue rasping in circles over her tender Goddess pearl.
Her cries turned into ragged sobs. Her back arched off the bed, breasts thrusting high, soft curves trembling with the force of her pleasure. Gods, it made him so hard to see her like this!
“Come for me, Miranda,” he urged hoarsely. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
His words seemed to push her over the edge because her fingers tightened in his fur, and her his bucked helplessly.
“Korrath!” she moaned. “Oh God, Korrath…yes…yes!”
Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, milking them, pulsing again and again as she clutched at him. He growled hungrily, lapping up her juices, his purr rumbling loudly in his chest.
“Yes… that’s it. Good girl. Give me everything,” he purred, licking steadily until her spasms slowed.
At last she sagged back onto the bed, utterly spent, her body flushed and glistening, her thighs trembling around his shoulders.
Korrath lifted his head, breathing hard, his chin slick with her honey. He looked down at her soft, curvy body spread out for him, every inch of her glowing with beauty. His gorgeous Mature Elite.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he murmured. His cock throbbed painfully in its sheath, but he ignored it. This was about her. He would endure his own ache if it meant easing hers.
He kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Rest now, lovely one. I’ll take care of you.”
21
MIRANDA
Miranda lay limp against the springy moss bed, her body still trembling from the double orgasm Korrath had wrung out of her. She felt better—her nipples no longer ached and the terrible fire in her pussy had been soothed—but there was still a hollow ache deep inside her. A hungry emptiness she couldn’t ignore.
Korrath leaned over her, smoothing his big hand over her hair.
“Do you feel better, lovely one?” he rumbled, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it.
