Page 60 of Monsters and Beauties

Her pussy lips were glossy, pink, and juicy, and I couldn’t help but inhale sharply. She smelled sweet and musky and everything that I didn’t know could be addicting.

I’d never wanted to indulge in anything in my life, but with my mate, I wanted to gorge.

“I’m going to need to do this every night.” I leaned in, rubbing my snout along her inner thigh.

Even her skin tasted good, fresh, like the water that came down the creek from the mountaintop.

Reaching up, I gripped the soft skin of her belly and rumbled in appreciation as she gave me a nice pawful.

And then I took my fill of my soft little human.

I thrust my tongue into her tiny pussy hole, forcing the thick, wide, and textured muscle inside. She cried out and tried to push me away, but I growled in warning.

“Mine.”

“It’s too much.”

I retreated to let her body get accustomed. “You’ll take it all. It’ll hurt. You might even cry, but you like me tongue-fucking this perfect slit. You like knowing this monster is getting you off.”

I looked up the length of her body to see her eyes wide and her pulse beating frantically at the base of her throat.

“Now be my good girl and ask me to fuck you with my tongue again.” She didn’t answer right away, and I dug my claws into her thighs hard enough I knew I pricked the skin. I smelled the tangy scent of her blood and held back my groan.

She gasped, then… moaned.

My female liked a little pain. I could give her enough to push her over the edge so she’d soak me.

“I want that,” she finally whispered, and looked down at the marks I’d given her, the scratches from my claws that had broken the skin.

They weren’t deep, wouldn’t scar, but droplets of blood welled along the lines. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and dragged my tongue across them, licking at the coppery taste of her essence.

“Holy shit, Wolf. You did not just do that,” she whispered, but there was no disgust in her voice.

And as I dragged my tongue across the scratch marks again, I looked in her eyes to let her watch as I did this very carnal act.

“God,” she breathed out.

“Your God won’t save you from me and all I have planned.”

I couldn’t get enough of the nectar that spilled from her pussy as I moved my tongue through her slick lips, over her swollen little clit, and finally sliding down and plunging it into her tight hole repeatedly.

I fucked her this way, and every time I pressed my tongue into her body my cock gave a harsh jerk, throbbed, and pre-cum spilled from me until I made a sticky, puddled mess beneath me.

I tightened my hold on her belly further, knowing my claws were breaking the skin, but she kept moaning, kept lifting her hips and grinding her pussy against my face.

“That’s it. Rub this little pussy all over my snout, get my fur soaked so all I smell is your juices,” I said against her saturated flesh, and she came for me, her back bowing off of the furs, her big tits jiggling, her nipples tight and hard.

I had my paws around those massive mounds and squeezed, plucking at the peaks, rolling them between the digits until I knew it hurt, until I felt all her cream spill out and onto my tongue.

And I drank it up, swallowed every fucking drop. I’d die if I didn’t taste her every night, if I didn’t have the flavor of her orgasm sliding down my throat and filling my belly.

She was still riding that high of pleasure when I gave her slit one more last long, languished lick and pulled away.

My perfect human blinked up at me with a dazed expression on her face, and watched as I palmed my cock, stroking myself and pushing even more seed out of the crest.

The way she bit her bottom lip and then dragged her tongue over the plump flesh, had me baring my teeth, saliva dripping off of my fangs because I was so fucking hungry and primal for her.

“Come here.”

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