Queen Yavara Ch. 38

My pelvis rested upon her face, my thighs turned to jelly with pleasure, my belly filled with butterflies that only grew with each slurping motion of her tongue. My lips were coated with her nectar, which bridged them in glistening strands when I parted to lather her outsides. She slithered her tongue from my quaking depths, leaving me woefully desperate, but then I felt the heat of her lips on my clit, and my panic was quelled. Acting in kind, I kissed the base of her cock, and indulged my new predatory sinuses with a deep sniff. Ah, the fruit of her loins was a pungent scent, and the mere aroma of it made my head light. I lathered her shaft worshipfully, tasting the decadent mixture of my ass and pussy, licking every inch of it from base to tip. She sighed splendidly, wrapped her mouth around my clit, and sucked it from its hood. After that, I could only do one thing. My eyes rolled back in a fugue state of sensual wet pleasure, and I opened my throat, and took every inch of her all the way down.

I sucked her with love and tenderness as she did the same. While she toyed with my bead in her mouth, I massaged her length with the tight squeeze of my throat, slurping upon her base with worshipful lips. Oh, how I loved the feeling of her meat pulsating in my neck, the bulge of it moving through my gullet, the wet seal of heat it formed with my consuming inner-flesh. My head bobbed up and down, methodically pleasing her like I knew she liked. There were a few times when she nearly lost control, and tried to ferociously face-fuck me, but a firm press on her prostate stayed her ambitions. It was my turn to be in control. We sloppily fed from one another's parts, then I rose all the way up, my throat relaxing in the wake of her vacancy, and I left a kiss upon her tip to punctuate the end of our oral pleasure. Then I looked back at her, and grinned.

I mounted her like a stallion, and she thrusted against my descent. Our impact resonated throughout our bodies, and we stayed still for a moment, enjoying the fullness of her nestled all the way into my pussy. Then, I began to grind. The oscillations of my hips were deep and passionate, the undulations of my back were long and sensual. She reached up to grasp my bobbing breasts, and I intercepted her hands with mine. Around a mischievous smile, I sucked each of her fingers clean, savoring the filthy tang of my ass. I brought my sullied fingers to her lips, and moaned as she sensually cleaned them. Then she rose after me, and we filled our hands with each other's breasts, digging our nails into the succulent mammary fat, growling into each other's faces. She pumped into me harder, and my grinds became more impassioned, each one desperate to take every inch of her throbbing meat deep into my tight moist depths. My slit stirred around her piston motions, salivating my nectar upon her shaft, slickening her motions so that she could pound into my tender sheath again, and again, and again!

"Oh god, I'm coming!" I moaned, and she moaned with me, our eyes locked, our blood-stained lips panting heavily. We did not scream and shriek like we might've in our elven forms. We did not thrash and flail. We moved with a violent sensuality, a dance of jiggling flesh and winding limbs, of arched backs and craned necks. We sung out our pleasure in low, tense tones, our breaths hushed and whispering, silent like the predator in the night. We seized together, our hands in each other's black hair, our mouths wrapped around each other's lips, our fangs drinking. Our pupils dilated, our eyes widened, and we stayed still in the moment of nirvana.

Then we descended, and our collapse was like that of a wilting flower. We made beds of each other's bodies, and stared into each other's eyes upon the floor.

Can you hear me? I asked her with my mind.

Yes. She whispered back, touching my lips gently with her fingers.

You're my blood-daughter now.

Kinky.

I giggled. I'm trying to make a point about how close we are.

She traced her razer-sharp nails over my cheek, and brushed the hair from my face. It's not something that can be said; only felt. It's not something that can be learned; only something you know. She narrowed her eyes slightly, And that's how I know you're hiding something from me, Adrianna. What is it?

Fear. I said. It was the truth, which is what made is such an effective lie. She cupped my face endearingly, and brought our mouths together. We transformed back into our bodies, and the exhaustion mercifully took us.