[The damsel act carried with it the threat of disappointment… but on occasion, it could be exceedingly rewarding. Though she had thought this might turn out the former, particularly when the tentacles had withdrawn from them… it turned out this was one of those times.
Lucky her.
She gets one more “please” out in a whimper response to his promise before his thumb is pressing past her lips, past her teeth, rolling over the muscle of her tongue… and she latches on, sucking on the digit just as intently as she’d tended to his cock not moments before. The suction muffles another little cry, heedless of noise or potentially alerting the creature to their location, as he gives her more, more fingers, more “girth”, more speed to match what the beast had been giving her, the wet sound so loud in the stairwell beneath the whimpering tone of Kiritsubo herself as she bucks her hips into the fill, the delicious friction of his thumb against her swollen clit.
She hadn’t been lying or exaggerating how close she’d been when the beast seemingly finished with them. Her pale legs shudder, straining in their makeshift brace. His jacket slips down her shoulders and onto the stairs, exposing the sweat-streaked lines of her body and the way her rocking makes her breasts heave along with their efforts, silver nipple piercing catching the light in a glinting tease. Her eyes flutter closed over flushed cheeks, teeth nipping at the knuckle of his thumb and sucking hard before her lips part again, exposing his now saliva-soaked thumb rolling on her tongue, which curls and extends as her hips quake… and then suddenly crest into a climax of pleasure with a sharp, loud cry and wet syllables behind that might have been his name.]
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Lucky her.
She gets one more “please” out in a whimper response to his promise before his thumb is pressing past her lips, past her teeth, rolling over the muscle of her tongue… and she latches on, sucking on the digit just as intently as she’d tended to his cock not moments before. The suction muffles another little cry, heedless of noise or potentially alerting the creature to their location, as he gives her more, more fingers, more “girth”, more speed to match what the beast had been giving her, the wet sound so loud in the stairwell beneath the whimpering tone of Kiritsubo herself as she bucks her hips into the fill, the delicious friction of his thumb against her swollen clit.
She hadn’t been lying or exaggerating how close she’d been when the beast seemingly finished with them. Her pale legs shudder, straining in their makeshift brace. His jacket slips down her shoulders and onto the stairs, exposing the sweat-streaked lines of her body and the way her rocking makes her breasts heave along with their efforts, silver nipple piercing catching the light in a glinting tease. Her eyes flutter closed over flushed cheeks, teeth nipping at the knuckle of his thumb and sucking hard before her lips part again, exposing his now saliva-soaked thumb rolling on her tongue, which curls and extends as her hips quake… and then suddenly crest into a climax of pleasure with a sharp, loud cry and wet syllables behind that might have been his name.]