“I shouldn’t,” he growled. “It will only make it that much harder for me to let you go again.”
That was exactly what I was hoping, of course! But I wasn’t going to say it out loud. Instead, I tugged lightly on his horns and thrust my breasts up to his mouth.
“Please, Sir,” I begged softly. “It hurts somuch!You don’t want me to be in pain, do you?”
“No, of course not, little one,” he murmured, cupping my breasts at last in his big, warm hands. “I would never want that.”
“Thenhelpme,” I whispered.
Sir didn’t answer in words. Instead, he ducked his head and sucked my right nipple deep into his hot mouth.
I moaned and thrust my breast forward again, offering myself completely.
“Oh,Sir!”I gasped. “Oh, that feels sogood!”
Sir growled low in his throat and tightened his grip on me as he swirled his tongue around and around my hard nipple. I could feel the stinging ache the eroticizing drops had caused beginning to fade, but it was replaced by another kind of pleasurable pain—the delicious ache of my Master’s mouth sucking hard on my bare breasts.
He switched to the other breast without my having to beg, which I thought was a good sign. As he sucked my left peak deeply into his mouth, I arched my back and ran my hands though his thick black hair and over his curling horns. I had an idea the horns were an erogenous zone for Korrigons, though Sir had never explicitly said so. But he seemed to like it when I tugged and pulled on them, especially when he was going down on me.
Speaking of which, I hoped I wouldn’t have to beg too much to get him to lap the eroticizing drops off my pussy. He finally pulled back, letting my left nipple slip from his lips. He was panting and his eyes were flickering from black to red—a sure sign that he was close to losing control.
“Sir…” I whispered, looking at him appealingly. “My breasts feel so much better. But he put the drops other places too, you know.” I nodded down between my legs at my throbbing pussy.
“I shouldn’t,” Sir growled hoarsely. “Shouldn’t go down on you and lap your sweet slippery cunt, little one.”
“But it reallyhurts,”I begged softly, which wasn’t a lie—those damn eroticizing drops were making me feel all swollen and achy—almost like I had a fever in my clit.
“Spread your legs and let me examine you,” Sir ordered.
Obediently, I did as he said, opening my thighs wider so that my hot, swollen pussy was on full display. I was slippery and wet, both from the eroticizing drops and my own honey and my clit was throbbing with need. I was eager to show myself to my Master—I knew how much he loved my scent and flavor—how much he loved tasting me.
“Gods,” he muttered. “Youdoappear to be in need.”
“I am. Ithurts, Sir,” I said softly. “Please, can’t you make it better?”
“Oh, little one,” he said—almostgroaned—staring at what I was offering him. “I shouldn’t. Why in the name of the Goddess Eternal can’t I resist you?”
“Justhelpme,” I urged him. Reaching up, I traced one of his horns lightly with my fingertips, which caused Sir to shiver. “Lick my pussy, Sir,” I purred, lifting my hips to get closer. “Lick me and put your tongue inside me and make me feel all better—please?”
“Gods,” he growled again and swallowed hard—I could see him trying to keep control. “I’ll lick you,” he said at last, looking up at me. “But only to get the eroticizing drops off you.”
Then he buried his face between my thighs and began to lap—long, hot strokes of his tongue over my outer pussy lips which feltamazing—though it wasn’t quite enough.
“Sir, please…” I twitched my hips appealingly. “Please, he put those dropsinsideme too—on my clit. Please, Sir…”
He looked up at me and I saw that his full-black eyes had gone full-red.
“I suppose you need me to spread open your soft pussy and lick inside you, don’t you, little one?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice. “Need me to give your hot little clit a tongue bath?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, biting my lower lip. “If…if you don’t mind.”
“You know I don’t fucking mind,” he growled. And then he spread me open with his thumbs, baring my slippery inner folds, and began lapping again, this time concentrating on my clit.
I gasped when he sucked my swollen little button between his lips and began swirling the tip of his tongue around and around it. Oh God, that felt sogoodand I was getting soclose…
But before I could come, Sir pulled away, panting. His mouth and lips were shiny with my juices and his eyes were glowing a deep crimson.
“Gods,” he muttered. “You taste so good, little one—love to taste your soft little pussy. But I need…need to stop.”