suckling on the tit

oh she suckles
she suckles fine
such sweet tongue licks and laps
this wet muscle that moves so strong
between lips and pressing up to the opening of a cave

entering so slowly and allowing the taste to form
my tongue...
this reddish muscle, wet with juice not my own
pressing and pushing inside...
tasting what is to be...
what is to flow...
lapping at it now as i lick and suckle...

covering my mouth over it
sucking hard as my tongue pressing into the walls
now the castle is broken as i push and pull
my battering ram pressing in to merely open you

i pull free the next wave is to come

from below the sodliers prepare
we come in hard now
the gates already mashed open
we swarm into her
our swords entering...

we push and push... entering deeper
until we have had no more
we are hard...
we pulse and we stir...
we explode in a fury

we soften
we die
ontop of the castle
we sleep
enjoying our victory...