Pann
catch me barking up a tree, smile wide as money green
When her order slips past her lips, I answer not with words but with more pressure—tongue working harder, deeper, an amused hum vibrating against her heat. I take everything she gives me, greedy as any worshipper at the altar of his goddess, caring nothing for breath or time, only for the ecstasy of pushing her higher, higher still, until she forgets how to come back down. I lap her through it, steady and relentless, until I can feel her thighs quake against my shoulders and the tremors tell me she’s been utterly undone.
Only then do I draw back, pulling in deep lungfuls of air with a wicked grin plastered across my face. Carefully, reverently, I ease her down, mindful of the stone at her back, lowering her inch by inch until the heat she’s been stroking around me is brought to bear. Where her tail coils, pulsing around my cock, aching as I am, I nudge against her slick entrance with the head, the promise of more hanging heavy between us.
I claim her mouth again, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips, tongues sliding in fervent communion. My tufted tail winds down her side with a teasing, almost ticklish sweep—equal parts mischief and reverence—just enough to remind her of my dual nature.
When I pull back, it’s only the width of a breath, my lips still brushing hers as I murmur, voice rough silk:
“Let me worship you, priestess, let me undo you over and over… and perhaps next time, you’ll return the favor.” I bring an arm around one of her legs, calves still resting on my shoulders, her body curved just right for my thumb to press on her clit in slow circles.
Only then do I draw back, pulling in deep lungfuls of air with a wicked grin plastered across my face. Carefully, reverently, I ease her down, mindful of the stone at her back, lowering her inch by inch until the heat she’s been stroking around me is brought to bear. Where her tail coils, pulsing around my cock, aching as I am, I nudge against her slick entrance with the head, the promise of more hanging heavy between us.
I claim her mouth again, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips, tongues sliding in fervent communion. My tufted tail winds down her side with a teasing, almost ticklish sweep—equal parts mischief and reverence—just enough to remind her of my dual nature.
When I pull back, it’s only the width of a breath, my lips still brushing hers as I murmur, voice rough silk:
“Let me worship you, priestess, let me undo you over and over… and perhaps next time, you’ll return the favor.” I bring an arm around one of her legs, calves still resting on my shoulders, her body curved just right for my thumb to press on her clit in slow circles.
you should mind your business, but my business is the place to be
