“All right.” Lucy tugged at him again. “Then do it—fill my pussy with your tongue.Tongue-fuckme, T’zaren.”
His golden eyes were suddenly heavy-lidded with lust.
“Love it when you tell me how to please you, myS’rentha,” he growled softly. “And I love it when you make use of me for your pleasure.”
Then he ducked his head again and Lucy felt his hot tongue sliding deep inside her.
He had been right that a human male never could have done this, she thought as she arched her back and spread her legs wider. Somehow his tongue seemed to be growing inside her, the same way his secondary shaft had grown. She could feel it filling her completely and he lapped deep in her pussy, bathing every bit of her as intimately as possible.
And then, somehow, his tongue began to change. A part of it was pressing deeper—pressing against the inner wall of her pussy on a spot that she’d never felt before—one that gave her so much internal pleasure it almost felt as though he’d discovered another clit inside her.
“Oh…Oh!”Lucy wailed, wrapping her thighs around the big Monstrum’s head. “Oh myGod!”
Was this her G spot? She’d always thought it must be a myth—that mystical spot inside that was supposed to give so much pleasure when you rubbed it just right. But T’zaren had proved her wrong—he was stimulating that spot with his magically talented tongue and making her feel like she was going to come harder than she ever had in her life!
“T’zaren! Oh God, don’t stop…don’t stop!”she moaned.
In answer, his long, muscular arms came up to bracket her body and he started kneading her breasts, tugging and teasing the tight points of her nipples as he continued stimulating that spot deep inside her.
Lucy began to feel like a tidal wave was overtaking her. Moaning and gasping, she let it come—let it wash her out to sea and sweep her over the edge as an almost violent orgasm rocked her.
“Oh…Oh! OhGod,ohGod,ohGod!”she heard herself chanting. Her toes curled and every muscle in her body seemed to go stiff at once as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.
And though it all, the big Monstrum kept on fucking her with his tongue.
Lucy never wanted him to stop.
THIRTY-TWO
T’ZAREN
T’zaren didn’t want to stop. By this time he was certain he had neutralized every last drop of the warming cream he’d shot inside Lucille’s pussy, but he didn’t want to stop tasting her, stop hearing her moaning his name and begging for more as she pulled his hair and scratched his shoulders.
Some males wouldn’t have liked the scratching, but the little bit of pain made both of T’zaren’s shafts incredibly hard. Bearing pain for hisS’renthawas a Stri’vor male’s duty and honor and he fuckinglovedit.
She’s not really your S’rentha, though,whispered a little voice in his head.You haven’t bonded her to you—nor can you. She let you know how she felt about the idea of bonding—she has no interest in it. Even if you do.
But did he? He wanted her badly and getting to lap her soft pussy and worship her properly was a rare treat. But could he see her as a trueS’rentha?
T’zaren thought he could. True, she wasn’t as stern as aS’renthaof his own kind would be, but she was confident and sure of herself and also strong enough to ask for comfort when she needed it. Yes, he could definitely see her as hisS’rentha.
None of that mattered now, though. The taste of her pussy honey made him drunk with desire and all he wanted to do was please her again and again.
Lucille moaned his name and begged him not to stop as her small, curvy body stiffened and quivered. T’zaren tasted fresh wetness and knew she was coming—coming just for him as he lapped her and filled her inner pussy with his tongue.
Gods, he wished this night would never end!
THIRTY-THREE
LUCY
Lucy lost count of how many times T’zaren made her come that night. The big Monstrum seemed tirelessly inventive in teasing her clit and her G-spot as he stroked and caressed her breasts and tugged her nipples. At last she was so exhausted she told him she was sure shecouldn’tcome anymore.
“Then let me just clean you up, my Lady,” he rumbled softly. “Your little pussy is all swollen and wet. Let me give you one last tongue bath to ease you and help you drift off to sleep. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Lucy had never imagined being licked to sleep before, but he seemed so earnest and he was so incredibly good at pussy worship, she didn’t even try to say no.
“All right—if you want to,” she murmured tiredly, stroking his cheek.