Page 64 of Marked By Feral Monsters
Now, with Calista's legs spread open, her beautiful pussy on display for me, glistening, wet and ready, my mouth waters and I can't help but lick, spreading my long tongue so I can taste all of her. She tastes so good. Like a human woman, a little spicy, a little sweet, with a unique flavor that is all Calista. Like a honeyed tart, warm and luscious.
I keep licking, tasting as she gets wetter, and she tentatively reaches out and traces her fingers over my long horns. The sensation sends shivers down my spine.
I pause briefly, distracted by the pleasure, but refocus on the task at hand, and keep licking, while Calista fondles my horns and moans. She's drenched, and the more I work my textured tongue in lazy strokes over her pussy, the wetter she sounds. It's obscene, and I fucking love it.
Calista squirms, her body craving more. "Zair," she moans. Desperate little pleas, and we spent so much time in scene over the last few days, I almost chuckle when she bites her lip, trying to keep quiet. My sweet little mouse.
But we aren't in scene. I pull away and let my growl ride the wave through my voice, into her body. "Let go, Calista. I've got you."
And when I open my chest and take a deep breath, unleashing the first note of mygourah, I send the vibrations directly into her clit and she cries out and nearly bucks off the bed.
I hum and concentrate on that little bundle of nerves at the hood of her pussy, and while the vibrations surge through hersensitive flesh, my lengthy tongue gets back to work and I lap at her sweet, wet slick.
The cleansing really only involves the vibration of mygourah. It's possible to perform on any part of the body. Her hand, a symbol of acceptance. Her head, a symbol of respect. Her pussy, a symbol of affection and lust.
While I feel all of those things for Calista—acceptance for who she is, respect, lust and deep affection—there was really only one way to perform the cleansing on her.
There was no question which part of her I'd choose.
She's shaking more erratically, about to topple over the edge, so I pull away. "Hold on to my horns. You'll need them."
And then I open my bull-faced maw, a stark, beautiful contrast to her tiny little human body, unhinge my jaw fully, and practically swallow Calista's lower half.
Her entire pussy fits in my mouth, my bottom teeth biting into her ass cheeks, top teeth scraping her lower abdomen. I can already taste a trickle of blood.
Minotaur run hotter than humans, so I know how warm it is inside my mouth, and the sharp scrape of my teeth might feel terrifying for her. I could literally eat her, clamp down my teeth and bite her in half.
And she fucking loves it.
"Oh mygod, Zair!" she cries out. "Oh my fffuck!"
Mygourahis still low, and I'm not even licking her, but she's squirming in my mouth like she's ready to burst. She loves the terror. The safety beneath the fear.
She's let go of my horns as she thrashes, so I reach up and put them back, and in one fluid moment, mygourahvibrates out of my chest, up my throat, out of my unhinged, open mouth and into the very depths of my Calista. She screams and grips my horns tight.
My long, thick tongue spears her pussy, and I begin fucking her relentlessly, letting the texture swell so I can lick and thrash her inner walls.
Encased in the wet heat of my mouth, with my tongue filling her up, the vibrations of mygourahsing, reverberating into her clit. I let it grow louder, deeper, sending vibrations along every single nerve ending inside her, a relentless crash of waves, over and over again.
She squeezes my horns and cries out, heels kicking my shoulders, while the vibrations grow deeper, faster, stronger. They drive through her entire body in continuous, battering pleasure. Her pussy quivers, her body quaking so violently, I can taste more blood while she thrashes against my sharp teeth. My cock is so hard, even the tight strain of my pants feels like a relief. I pay it no mind, concentrating on Calista, but the tip is leaking, my sensitive shaft finding the smallest bit of release with the friction.
Mygourahspreads deeper through her body the longer it carries on. Through her legs, down to her toes. It shakes into her abdomen, her chest, her neck, and when she lets out a scream, I can almost hear mygourahrelease from her throat, feeding back into me.
My tongue continues to obliterate and spear her pussy, but we're getting close to the peak of mygourah,so I let the intensity swell a notch, as much as she can take.
The vibration escalates to its highest frequency, and finally, it feels as though I'm occupying the depths of my woman, every dark space inside, every part she tries to hide.
It cleanses everything ruinous, bright, beautiful and broken.
She tries to say something, but she can't speak, her teeth are rattling. She's white-knuckling my horns. I take a deep breath, and on my exhale, the hum reaches its highest point and then she explodes.
Thegourah-induced pleasure bursts out of every pore, and she feeds it right back into me. My cock, straining in my pants, receives the smallest feedback of vibration out of her tiny human heart, but it's enough. She screams, but there's no sound, and I nearly lose the hum when my cock attempts to burrow through my pants into the mattress. I can't help it, I bite down a little harder.
I can feel everything. We're completely in sync. My fingertips feel pleasure, my eardrums, every tiny, imperceptible piece of me; Calista is floating in the abyss, and I'm her transport. Her body pulls taut, as if she's being exorcized of demons, and she nearly chokes, gasping for air.
My hips thrust just once, the hard, blunt tip of my cock plowing against the mattress. Cum spurts out of me, my sac pulsing and draining as her release, her joy, flutters around me, like she's cocooned us in a barrier and we're locked in an endless feedback loop.
I slide my tongue out of her pussy, teeth drawing back from her abdomen and ass cheeks, and release her lower body. A pool of my saliva tinged pink with blood from where I clamped down with my teeth shines on her soft skin.
