Roarn seemed to get the hint at once, for he began circling her throbbing clit with his velvety tongue, increasing her pleasure exponentially.
“Oh…oh!” Christine threw her head back. She was panting and her thighs were trembling with the building pleasure—she could feel her orgasm coming, she just hoped he wouldn’t stop!
He didn’t, but he did slide his long finger inside her again—two of them, this time—which made her feel extremely full. Then he began to fuck her deeply as he licked her, circling her throbbing clit as his fingers slid further and further into her hungry pussy.
Christine couldn’t believe she was doing this—couldn’t believe she was lying on the bed, her thighs split wide, with the big, animalistic Monstrum licking her out. Just two days ago, she had thought her sex life was effectively over—now she was having the most intense sex of her life with the big alien! How had this happened?
Who cares—the point is that it IS happening and it feels amazing! whispered a little voice in her head. If he would just keep it up a little while longer…
Suddenly, she felt her pleasure cresting. It was too much—his velvety tongue lapping her clit, his thick fingers spreading her inner walls and pumping deep into her pussy—she was going to come and she was going to come hard.
“Roarn,” she gasped, gripping his hair tighter and bucking her hips up to meet his mouth. “Oh God, Roarn, I’m coming…coming! Roarn!!”
His name was a wail of pleasure on her lips as her orgasm washed over her. Her toes curled, her body tensed, and her nipples went painfully tight as she came harder than she ever had in her entire life.
Through it all, the big Monstrum kept lapping and fucking her deeply with his fingers. He didn’t stop until Christine collapsed, panting on the bed.
Then he looked up at her. He was licking his lips, which were shiny with her juices, and then he withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth—it was as though he couldn’t get enough of her flavor, Christine thought, feeling slightly dazed.
“Was it good?” he rumbled, raising an eyebrow at her. “It was…my first time…tasting a female. Did I…do well?”
“Honey, that was better than good,” Christine told him. “That was freaking amazing.”
“Really?” He licked his lips again. “You taste so good. Wanted…to do it right.”
“You did it just right,” Christine promised. She stroked his hair. “I’ve never had a human man do half as good,” she told him, which was the absolute truth.
Roarn smiled at her, his eyes going half-lidded again.
“Then can I…taste you again?”
“What—now?” Christine was surprised. “Right away?”
“Now.” His voice was a low, hungry growl. “Want more…want to put my tongue…deep in your honey mouth…But this way.”
And before Christine could say a word, he had flipped her over so that she was kneeling on the bed on her hands and knees, with her legs spread wide. Before she could say a word, she felt him spreading her outer lips with his thumbs and pressing his mouth to her pussy from behind. And then his tongue, hot and wet and surprisingly long and thick, was sliding deep inside her.
“Ohhh…” she gasped and gave up trying to protest. Going from her hands to her elbows, she tilted her hips back, giving him better access to her open pussy. “Go ahead, Roarn,” she moaned. “You can… can taste me as much as you need to, honey. Go on and lick my pussy.”
Roarn growled in approval and the next thing she knew, one of his long, velvety fingers was sliding into her slippery folds and circling her throbbing clit.
Closing her eyes, Christine gave herself up to pleasure. She’d never been with a man so eager to give her pleasure before—or one who was so good at it. It almost seemed as though Roarn had some kind of instinct that told him just how she liked to be touched. And he was certainly eager to do the touching—and the tasting.
Christine decided to just go with the flow and let him do what he wanted. After all, how could it hurt to let him have a little fun?
TWENTY-NINE
Roarn couldn’t believe she was letting him do this—couldn’t believe she was letting him taste her so long and thoroughly. All Kindred had a deep-seated biological need to taste their female, to bathe in their scent and savor their juices. It stemmed from the fact that females were so scarce in Kindred society. Tasting his female tied a male’s mate closer to him—a well-pleasured female was much less likely to want to leave.
But it was a pure pleasure too—one he had never thought he would experience—especially not with a lovely, curvy, Mature Elite like Christine. To him, she was the epitome of beauty—everything he had ever dreamed of in a female—and he never wanted to let her go.