Page 24 of Scaled Hearts

His tongue slips down to press into my opening, lapping up my slick straight from the source. “By the goddess, you are the best meal I’ve ever had,” he says, breath hot on my thigh. “I’m never eating an inferior meal ever again.”

Wriggling his tongue, he presses deeper, curling it in such a way that has me seeing stars. “Oh, gods!” I cry out again, gripping his hair and shoving him against me. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“As you wish,” he says, pulling back to readjust my position. He hikes my legs over each of his shoulders, yanking me so my bottom is right at the edge of the table and goes back down to drive his tongue inside of me once more.

I cry out, reaching the edge much quicker than I expected. “I’m so close!” I squeeze my thighs around his head and he lets out a grunt of approval, attacking me with more ferocity. His fingers come up, thumb rubbing over my clit insistently as his pointer and index join his tongue in pleasuring my center.

With shallow thrusts, I rut against his face, desperate to reach my peak. My head is spinning. All I can think about is him, my desire for him, my desperation for him. The texture of the scales on his face have me whining high-pitched in my throat.

I need this, I need him. I can’t get enough! I want this to last for hours, having his tongue inside of me. I squeal again, this time no redness in my cheeks as I feel myself releasing all over him.

“Yes!” I cry out, voice growing hoarse. I’m practically liquid now but he pulls me upright, moving me to a mound of furs that the ghostly servants have laid out for us.

He drops me onto the furs, scooting so his head is between my thighs once more. I can’t believe he’s got this much stamina! He’s licking and sucking when he stops, as though lost in thought.

Without warning, he moves me so I’m on my belly and he’s licking my backside, delving up the cleft of my ass with his tongue until it worms its way into me, a constellation of stars exploding behind my eyelids.

“Yes!” I scream again, clutching the furs with my hands. “Gods!” His tongue slides in and out of me, incessantly rubbing over the nerves of the opening until I’m nearly blacking out with pleasure. “Please, don’t stop!”

He gently presses a finger into my wet entrance, coating it in my own slick before moving it down to press it into my backside, slipping it in just a few inches.

I didn’t think it could feel better but the combination of his tongue and finger are driving me to new heights of pleasure now, making me squirm against the furs. I don’t think I can hold out any longer and I let out a low whine as I feel my arousal building to a crescendo.

“I’m close!” I tell him, driving him to repeat his motions over and over, pressing deeper inside of me, stroking over my skin, groping each cheek in his large hands and I’m crying out, slick dripping from me as I peak.

He laps it up until I’m oversensitive and wriggling away. Without a doubt, this man is insatiable.

Turning me over, he moves so he’s hovering over me again, greedily kissing me all over like I’m his last meal. He nips at my lips, my cheeks, my neck and my shoulders, lavishing me with affection.

“You’re divine, a goddess,” he purrs, laying beside me as we catch our breaths. “I can’t get enough of your body. You have a body that mortal men would start wars over.”

His words are flattering but I don’t know that many men who desired me enough to start a war for me.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he says, sitting up. “I want to pleasure you while you suffocate me with your magnificent thighs.” I blush at his words. So bold of him.

He moves so he’s laying on the furs, urging me to sit up. “Sit on me, glorious woman,” he orders, pulling and prodding me so I’m forced to hover over his face.

With a slap to my rump, he pushes me down and I let out a startled yelp, settling down atop him. It feels good at first, really good. Even better than when he was using his tongue and fingers on me.

Then he shifts me, huffing in a deep breath and I realize how much better it feels to rock against him. I slide over him again and again, rubbing myself on him as he slips his tongue inside me once more.

Praise the gods above! Not only have I never had this much pleasure before, nor have I experienced anything like this! It is instantly addicting. The way his mouth and tongue work in time with my movements, the way it all feels, the way he willingly debases himself for me...I will never want another lover as long as I live!

I ride his face, my movements getting more and more erratic as I lose myself in the sensations, in the pleasure. Small explosions are bursting inside of me and I can feel myself growing wetter, sliding all over his face now

I don’t know how he doesn’t require air but I continue to move, speeding up as I get closer and closer to release. Just as I am cresting the edge, he moves, tongue rubbing over my clit and I fall off the cliff as I cry out, collapsing on him.

He moves me to the side, pulling me towards him once more as he kisses my neck. I am almost completely spent. Angurus huffs a laugh at my tired expression and kisses me again.

As we kiss, I can taste myself on him, sort of sweet and syrupy. His hands roam my body, landing on my breasts. Toying with them, he squeezes and gropes them, pressing his fingers into the flesh until it bounces back upon release. He seems fascinated by it.

“What is this flesh?” he asks. “It’s so soft and smooth.”

I’m not sure what he’s asking. “You mean my skin?”

“Ah, skin. Yes, I like your skin. It’s very nice. It is the color of the moon on a dark night. Very pale.”

“Yeah,” I say, chuckling weakly. “It’s from all the time spent underground.”

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