You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.
“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”
You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.
You’re a pretty little pixie-fairy unlucky enough to get snatched up by a band of roaming orcs.
They’re the crew of a traveling circus, or rather, a zoo, featuring all sorts of rarities ranging from high-elves to common fairies, as well as mermaids, harpies, nymphs, and hybrids of every and all kinds locked up in pretty gilded cages. But of course, it’s not like any old zoo. With attractions as rare and fuckable as such, it doubles as a brothel for those who come willing to pay a little extra.
And among all those sexy rarities, pixies are one of the most valued. Rumored to only be a myth, it’s rare enough to catch a glimpse of one, let alone have one on display. It’s even said that seeing one will bring good fortune for the rest of one’s life, and even more so for those who get to touch one.
So you can imagine the crowd surrounding you, each one rubbing you against their massive dick for good luck.
The chain on your ankle is heavy enough to make flying impossible, grounding you if it weren’t for the massive paw wound tightly around you, all but squeezing you free of air while demanding you, “Lick it.”
You have no choice but to protrude your tongue, even as the big brute angles you face first into his dickhole, wanting to use your little pink muscle to plug it. You very nearly drown in the pre-ooze pouring out. And when he finally blows, leaving you cum-drenched and wings soggy, you look no different from a bug someone sneezed out of their nose.
And still, the queue lining up is longer than your wee eyes can see, each one waiting for their turn. It goes on like that day in and day out for more days than you can keep track of, leaving you drunk off of cum with never a break to sober up.
Soon enough, you’re settled in—all gooey-headed and heart-eyed. Now, even able to fit a little finger inside you. Getting comfortable with it as it stretches you out, all the while sitting atop the mighty ballsack of the massive orc it belongs to. Roosting on the pillowy seat like it’s your own warm and comfy throne, butt-nude, with your thighs and legs wrapped tightly around the base, just barely able to lock your feet around the meat member, squeezing and humping it tight.
You do the same with your arms, of course, tits flush against the warm wrinkly skin as you hug the cleft of his cockhead snug. Squealing and moaning as you drink the yummy pre hot from the source, getting your womb pinky-fucked until you squeal all high-pitched while squirting, spasming like a little marionette puppet.
It doesn’t stop you from tongue-kissing his urethra, though. Bobbing your head while your limbs all strangle his cock, keeping it tight until cume comes spurting out like a fountain and showers you in heavy, blanketing blissful warmth.
You bathe in it against his bulbous abdominal muscles, playing in it, making cum-angels under the spray until he’s all finished.
The first time your Faerie Lover traces a pleasure sigil on your skin, it just feels like they're caressing your hip in little swirls... But then they whisper something and the entire shape gets warm and then, abruptly, makes you so sensitive that the next stroke pushes you over the edge, crying out as pleasure sears through you, more intense than you've ever felt before, leaving you brain dead and gasping, barely aware of their amused laughter as they bring you to the brink and force you over it again. And again.
The sigils are meant for use between fae, who can handle such intense sensations - but your Lover doesn't care that your human body is nearly breaking beneath the strain. And by the time they leave you the next morning, neither do you.
Omg it could be like that meme with the monster deals.
You had gotten into some seriously issues and you had no idea what to do. Not only was human law enforcement up your ass, but the magical law enforcement was fucking you over on their glitter-covered cocks and leaving you to clean up the mess. No aftercare in damn sight.
But the real issue was that no lawyer, human or otherwise, wanted to take your case! They were all too scared. Not of you but what the hell you got yourself into. It wasn’t your fault. You were always weak for a charismatic douchebag who promised he loved you but then framed you for a series of crimes he committed. What can you say, you have bad taste.
It wasn’t until you were guided out of your temporary cell and into a questioning room to see a lawyer with his back to you that you finally had hope threatening to sprout within you. Until the idiot turned around and you instantly pick up on his Fae ears. The moment you sit down he starts to spout out some wonderful words of grandeur, promising he can get you off and set you free. Your brows rise at his word choice.
“And what will it cost me?” You finally ask once he’s done giving his whole sales pitch (mini-canons and sparklers included). A wicked gleam passes over his features and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. What kind of shiver? You know yourself well enough to figure it out.
“Oh, nothing much. I merely want to have your firstborn child. In exchange, I will help get you off.”
His words send another shiver throughout your entire body. Meeting his intense stare you narrow your eyes, trying to figure out how you can manipulate this to your advantage. You’re in a battle of wits with a Fae and you did not consider that possibility when you wondered the other day how long you could stay awake before insanity started to set in awaiting your trial.
“Deal,” you finally say. The Faerie’s eyes sparkle with mischief. Though it falters as you mirror the expression. “So when do we get to it?”
“HMMM? Pardon me?”
“You said you wanted to have my firstborn. Well, I’m ready to begin when you are.”
The Faerie Lawyer’s cheeks flood with color. His face turning warm under your suggestive and mischievous smirk. He squirms in his suit, the blasted outfit suddenly feeling too tight and too warm to keep on for a moment longer. His eyes blaze with lust and he looks just about ready to take you on the metal table standing between you two. The one you’re conveniently chained to.
He did not consider this possibility earlier when he decided to take advantage of being selected as your court-appointed attorney. But hey, he’s not complaining now.
Ingredients: mermaid x mermaid x mermaid x you, ovipositor, breeding, eggs,
Fem!reader x 3 mermaids
A mermaid's fascination with your fingers triggers her heat and she has plans on taking you home for her own. But she isnt alone in that idea. Fortunately theyre all the sharing type.
Everyone talks about mermaids obsessed with legs. But what about fingers? Your unclawed unwebbed fingers. More developed for grasping branches much the same she clutches your wrist. Guiding your fingers between her cold pale lips. From your spot upon the stone you lurch. Her tongue isnt cold like the rest of her. Its scalding hot, lapping along your skin. Her gills fluttering. Eyes drifting closed until her thick lashes shut completely. Head bobbing lewdly upon your fingers. You swallow the lump of arousal in your throat, the sight of her bobbing in the water-her chest visible beneath her ethereal dark hair.
You pump your fingers in her pretty mouth, the scrape of sharp teeth and her long tongue leaves you shifting your legs. Her silence turns to whimpers. Spittle drips down her angular features, leaving droplets upon the swell of her chest. Beneath the water her tail quivers and shakes in a bizarre way. Instinctively you shift back, but her hand upon your wrist keeps you cemented in place. Her other hand leaves the rock to join the other sucking your fingers back into her mouth. Her eyes flutter back open,peering back up with a distinct haze to them.
“S-sorry, continue,” you apologize relieved when her eyes close and all attention drifts back to your fingers. But oh she trembles more and more the longer she sucks. Her body wriggling like she's hooked to your fingers. A flush coating her cheeks. Its then you notice the lengthy object swaying beneath the water. Her ovipositor on full display. It only increases your arousal.
“You really like my fingers?” Sliding your thumb along her cheek,she nods, still giving your fingers the most obscene treatment youve ever witnessed. You think it cant get any better. Until she cums. Your fingers recede, leaving behind a web of saliva. Her tongue pursues in desperation to fill her mouth once more. “You really REALLY like my fingers,” you murmur softly. “Should I come in
Licking her nips, she nods.
The cold water envelops you, sending harsh shivers over your body. Jaw inexplicably chattering
She giggles, her webbed fingers catch hold of your cheeks. “Time to warm up,” she churrs nuzzling her cold nose along your cheek. Something strangely warm brushes against your front. It isnt her hands, those pull your gaze back to her. Back to her deceptively soft lips.
A throaty whine leaves your mouth, twisting to catch a hold of her for another taste. Your arms fold around her head, savoring the warmth of her tongue as it prods and explores. Outside she's cold but inside she's what you would have expected from a human lover. Though you never expected her on your stroll down the rocky beach. You were so glad you had worn such little clothing, light weight fabric all but melted against your skin. Her budding tits rubbing against yours. Mingling breathing turns to panting and muffled giggles.
But you needed more. Your hand slides down to her upper arm, and you twist away to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you want more than kissing?”
Her sharky grin grows wide, almost sinister. “I do. You?”
Licking your lips, you nod. “Very much.”
Reaching up she flicks your nipple, giggling when you gasp. She grasps your hips, tugging you flush against her. “You werent meant for the water. Stay with me hm?” Her tail and long fins swirl around your legs. She was far bigger than you had thought.
Your fingers clutch onto her shoulders as a shudder rakes down your spine. She could do whatever she wanted now. You were removed from the safety of land now. Perhaps she senses your concern. Ducking against your throat she nuzzles along your skin. Murmuring sweetly, "don't drown, we haven't even started playing.”
Tightening your hold you surrender your fate to her. “Dont drop me?”
“I won’t, pretty girl.” She purrs, kissing a trail up your neck, “you are far too cute to lose to the eels.” Ducking back in her kiss baits you deeper into submission. Each scrape of her teeth and lathe of her tongue sweetening the deal.
Just as you're relaxing, a rush of cold water erupts over your lower half. You gasp pulling back from the sanctuary of her kiss. Her eyes meet yours with an uncanny sharpness. Something hot presses your legs apart, rushing forward and backwards over your clit and folds. The sudden stimulation locks your arms around her. Holding tightly. Completely at the mercy of her ovipositor thrusting between your legs. Her panting moans join yours, her gills fanning faster and faster.
“So pretty. Feeling good, pretty?” She huskily intones against your neck. When you don't answer her, the rubbing stops, “pretty?”
“dont stop- dont you dare stop!” You whimper against her neck. She giggles, impish and chaotic. Her hardness presses deliciously against you until you're a spasming mess. She's the only thing holding you up in the water. The drop off is treacherously steep here, you'd surely drown without her. She pushes you back against the stone. Pinning you there with her powerful arms. Her unnatural eyes boring into you make her more seductive-her sharp fangs glinting when she licks her lips. You whine, shifting your hips. “Please, I want more.”
But her length only wriggles, pushing upward against your clit until you're buzzing. “Make yourself loose for me. I want in.”
“Inside. Please,” you groan already feeling your body clenching and aching for her.
“Rub yourself.” She enthusiastically demands, “ I want to see.” Pressing closer her gaze remains transfixed upon you with insurmountable lust.
At first you pout, but when a fang pokes out from beneath her lip you cave. She was so fucking cute! “Fiiine!” You grumble, fingers gingerly sliding between the two of you. Staying atop your swim bottoms fabric, your eyes avert uncertain how you feel looking directly at her. Especially with how aroused you already were. Your body is hard and already throbbing beneath your touch. Each whine and whimper breaks your shyness, and each time you open your eyes she's there. Staring. Eyes glimmering as you push yourself closer to your limit.
Her ovipositor continues bumping and rubbing along your body. Leaving you a fumbling mess with your fingers.
“Louder,” she commands, fluttering her lashes, “ I like your voice.”
Squirming your hips was, in retrospect, a horrible mistake. Your eyes blow wide and a loud moan rattles your body. “Oh that's good.” Grasping her should you grind your hips against her rubbing member. Your opposite hand is still rubbing and pinching yourself. The heat in your body was spreading, spreading and spiraling. You keep it up. Finding a groove. Noticing how she herself is beginning to pant and whine.
And then the orgasm caresses down your spine. A warm comforting heat that seeps through your body like the first rays of spring. Your body loosens and you come to rest against her. Catching your breath while her hands card over your hair.
Pressing you against the rock with her chest, the heat below you vanishes. Much to your annoyance. Meeting her gaze in askance you find her already answering you. Something hot rubs against your thigh, gradually it rises along your body until it prods your tender folds.
“Oh!”Gasping, your hands clinging to her shoulders again. Again it pokes and the head butts up just into your opening. There she finds you ready and willing.
She bites her lip, gills fanning excitedly. “Look at me.” Her fingers perch upon your cheek guiding you back to her. The tip of her ovipositor repeatedly prods into you. Each time pleasure jolts down your spine.
Finally the tip of her thrusts inside. Filling you inch by inch until you're trembling from the heavy heat in your body. Your body stretches around her, at first the prickle of pain jars you from your lustful state. Tears building until an overwhelming wave of arousal overpowers the stretch. She flexes inside you, on instinct your body tightly seizes, squeezing her until you both moan. You couldn't fathom feeling this good before and now you didn't know if you would ever feel this good again.
“Perfect.” She whines against your lips. “Perfect for me.” Slowly she slips out of you. Each centimeter elicits a soft whimper. Her tongue laps the tears from your cheek, and then she rushes back through your folds burying herself deep. Watching with veiled delight as you squirm and spasm. Her fingertip drags down your cheek, soaking in how your eyes roll from pleasure. The waves are soon muffled by the pounding of her thick body. You hadn't expected her to be so all consuming. So rough. But the ocean was a temperamental mistress and so was she. Her body hammering into yours until you could no longer contain your voice. Desperate moans join the sound of the waves beating against the rock.
She becomes a haze. A haze everywhere all at once. Her body rushes in and out. Her fingers press and tease along your chest until she finds the hook to your top. The cold air hits your body. Her panting voice breaks into a laugh watching your chest bounce with every blow.
The orgasm she was building inside of you was just on the edge. You couldn't hold it back much longer. Each thrust was mind numbing. But you thought- surely you could make a few more. You couldn't. Her lips latch onto the swell of your breast and she sucks.
Your orgasm spirals out of control. The flash of light courses through your body until all sound and sensation vanish but her. Her body spasming and filling you. Filling you with…something. Her thrusts come slower and rougher now. Hips rocking into you. Her head bowing against your shoulder as shuddering racks her body.
Then it happens-something swells and builds inside of her. You can feel it spreading you wider. Stretching you until it suddenly pops and fades into a hot molten something deep inside you. Unable to catch your breath your body slacks, speared on her member and pinned by her hands. Another something stretches you, pushing into you so thick that you cry out. Tears streak down your face from the suddenness of it all. The buzz of overstimulation frays your nerves, but it's no use. The sensation arouses you all over again. She continues breeding you. Again and again. Until you're both panting against each other.
Her lips pressing kisses along your face, scraping along your hair. “You like?”
Nodding, you lick your lips. “So much.” Vaguely aware of how tight your stomach felt. How strange deep in your body feels. Drunk on your orgasm you curl against her.
Her fingers card over your hair.“Want more?More to play with? ” She murmurs, head tilting to the side, “my friends want to play too.”
“Friends?” You ask in a daze, looking up at her in confusion.
“Mhmm. They want to breed too. Will you enjoy that?”
You dont need to think twice. Your body thinks for you and it wants- “more, yes more please.”
You only notice them when its far too latw. Rising from the depths, mantles of scale and dark gleaming eyes. Leisurely they swirl around the lair of you. Taking a look before one by one they join you. Their bare chests press against you, teasing your skin. Their fingers trace along the edges of your body. Each takes an arm and your original maiden parts from you. Her ovipositor sliding free and with the release of pressure comes something else from deep inside you. Her excess eggs slipping out of your stuffed body.
One immediately takes her place, thrusting into you before your legs drift closed. The cry of pleasure comes like a punch to the gut.
The other is at your side-her hand greedily latching onto your chest. Squeezing and kneading while her lips kiss a hot line up the expanse of your neck. And your dear first? Her fingers were pinching and rubbing your throbbing clit. Her tongue fucking your mouth. Each time she ruts or the other squeezes you moan louder, and without fail she kisses you harder.
They rub, kiss, pinch, and pound you until finally your body hurtles over the edge. Your orgasm is so intense, you fade. Coming to, you find her friend pumping you full of her eggs. The other newcomer kissing your original mate with such blatant lust it pools your arousal again. You moan watching their tongues encircle and play. Their chests pressing and gills fluttering.
The one breeding you falters. Grasping your chin she guides you back to her, “ look at me.” She commands her bright eyes burning into you, “look at me. ”
All you can do is whimper, “breed me.”
“Yes” she rattles her hands grasping both your breasts, squeezing them tightly until you moan. “I will.” Her hips snap forward, diving right back to completion. She begins again. Each blow and stretch of her eggs pushes a cry from your lips. The moans of the other two fill your ears. You want to look. Know theyre being so hot. But you were told to look at her. Her eyes heated with such lust it had your head spinning. She pursues her own high, fucking into you with such hunger your body bounces and shakes.
Every frail cry you make only incites her prey drive, sending her wriggling and writhing inside you. Nothing leaves your lips except punctured - “ah! ah! ah!”Until the other two swim over. The one upon your left nudges against your shoulder, her hand sliding down your torso until it perches upon your clit. You squeal, and they release all control, descending upon you once more.
Once again your clit is tormented by a pair of webbed fingers. Each press and rub and squeeze sends you wailing into the kiss of the other. They each torment you until youre cumming again. Raw and overstimulated you writhe and squirm.
Her body shudders, each time her egg deposits she moans so lewdly your face flushes. A strange pressure building in your stomach for just a moment, and then it vanishes.Your body eagerly sucking in each egg she deposits. But it's no use trying to escape. They continue. Relentlessly. Giggling and grabbing.
Head bowing against you she catches her breath and allows you a reprieve. Only broken by the other two. Their hands eagerly snatch you away. Pathetically moaning when she pulls out of you. A release of eggs filling the water around you. Spilling from your overstuffed body. But any other sound is swiftly silenced with two pairs of lips. Each butting in for their own turn to kiss you. Their tongues languidly press and dance. Hands rubbing your cunt tenderly until you're once more reduced to a blubbering mess in their grasp.
Their fingers caress until they're pressing their fingers into you. Stuffing eggs back inside of you until you're cumming again from their hot tongues and delving fingers.
They take you back with them. In their home they pamper you, until you give birth to their young. The egg sacks you lay float in the pools of water surrounding your cavern home. And your three mates? You get to know them far better. Cliche as it sounds? You get that happy ever after and many more clutches of merfolk.
Taking a dip in a pond and some nymphs breach the water just to dote on you. Giving massages and cooing and telling you how pretty you look. Their touches are so soft and sweet, especially once they start playing with your chest and slipping their fingers between your legs.
Do they have ulterior motives? Probably. But you can't stop cumming your brains out enough to think too hard about it.
Ensnaring you from behind in their four arms, the chitinous and ethereal Beetle Fae titters excitedly in your ear. Clawing fingers peeling away your clothes, soft mandibles nibbling the soft places on your neck.
Your bare nipple peaking from exposure to the air, gooseflesh crawling across your skin from the gently pinching claws at your breast. The clawed hands of the Beetle Fae wandering over your bare skin, sending jolts of excitement to your core.
Desire puddling between your thighs, their antennae twitching at the scent of your arousal. A gasp escaping your lips as their claws gently nudge your clit, their shiny wings flittering in excitement and their mandibles nipping your neck a little harder as your body melts against them.
Circling the bud of your clit with their claw, the Beetle Fae tilts your chin to kiss you deeply, mandibles gently biting your lip. Heady pheromones fill your senses, your body growing heavy and your need dripping down your thighs.
Swelling forth and twitching, their ovipositor emerges from their dripping slit. Deftly they lift you with their arms, the clawed fingers of one hand parting your puffy dripping folds to press against the tip of their ovipositor. Throbbing, flexible but firm, thinner at the tip becoming thicker at the base, pressing gently then more earnestly into your cunt.
The Beetle Fae takes their time, working you open on their ovipositor, rubbing circles on your clit while you drip down their length. Their chittering mandibles nip at your skin, along your neck, your earlobe, your bottom lip. Sumptuous pheromones loosen you, open you, their ovipositor filling you completely, kissing your cervix.
Thrusting deeper than you thought possible, their tip plunges into your womb made pliant and receptive. Stars flash in your eyes, your body spasming as they continue to play with your clit. Waves of ecstatic pleasure as their ovipositor thickens between your lips, an egg pushing along the length and into your waiting womb.
More follow, each one dragging deliciously and sending shudders of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. They fill your womb, belly barely swelling, chest heaving, vision blurry with ecstasy. The Beetle Fae retracts their ovipositor, a whimper escaping your lips at the sudden emptiness of your cunt.
They do not release you, instead they touch you with increasing intensity, your swollen clit throbbing under their clawed finger, pinching your erect nipples, holding your folds open for more. Their cock now emerging from their slit, chitinous, ridged, and dripping precum.
The Beetle Fae thrusts their cock into you in one swift motion, stars bursting in your vision as you're dragged screaming into your orgasm. Unrelentingly they continue to thrust into your cunt, dragged and held by all four arms, fingers still circling your puffy clit.
Filled beyond what you thought was possible, the ridges of their cock dragging deliciously along your walls. They hold you with otherworldly strength, their wings fluttering with deep pleasure, chittering in your ear.
Cock throbbing, their thrusting quickens, slamming into your cunt. The Beetle Fae spills their seed deep inside you, length pulsating, holding you tight and close to remain seated deep within.
Keeping you filled with their cock, clawed hands stroking the gentle swell of your belly full of their eggs. The Beetle Fae chittering excitedly at the prospect of the egg laying to ensue...
Accidentally angering a brownie by throwing out the food left out by the previous homeowners. The new very apologetic homeowner attempts to make it right and agrees to the brownie's demands to give him milk and food in the evening. However she fucked up. He never specifies what type of milk she needs to provide and she only realizes her mistake when her chest becomes sore and two wet spots appear on her shirt.
Milk With Honey
Contains: present tense, m!brownie x fem!reader, no dialogue, dub con, lactation, oral (reader receiving), squirting, 1.1k words, NSFW & MDNI
Divider by @strangergraphics
Seeing the tiny, hairy, brown being standing on the table where the glass of milk you dumped in the sink the night before previously stood, you don’t know how to react for a moment. After all, how could such a little guy cause a ruckus akin to a burglar for an entire night?
He complains a little, calling you thankless for not paying him after he cleaned up so nicely, but then concedes that you are new here and therefore deserve a second chance. You are happy to take him up on this offer, even thinking the brownie rather generous. When you ask what he would like to eat, he demands some milk with honey.
What a deceivingly simple demand.
That evening, you put a glass of warm milk with a spoonful of honey on the table, and go to sleep. It seems like everything is fine since the house is quiet, but for some reason, your chest starts feeling sore, tingly and swollen. Frowning, you knead your breasts to relieve the uncomfortable sensation.
Initially, it feels good, yet as time passes, the ache gets worse, your breasts feeling harder. And then, you realize that two wet spots have appeared on your shirt.
Shocked, you sit up and pull up your shirt, only to find that not only are your nipples erect and leaking with something, your breasts also seem a little bigger and heavier than before.
You are lactating.
Was this what the brownie meant when he demanded milk?!
Thoughts run wild as you make to get out of bed, yet just as your foot touches the ground, a big hand grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down. Your eyes flick back and forth trying to see what is touching you, and a moment later, a figure appears before you. It is larger than a human, covered in nothing but brown hair.
The figure glances at you and laughs, voice impossibly deep, saying he is here for his promised dinner.
You need a moment to realize that this large figure is the tiny brownie from before. Before you can ask anything or even attempt to negotiate, he tears off your shirt. Then he grabs one of your breasts, puts his mouth to your nipple, and starts kneading and sucking.
A warm, tingly feeling flows from your lower abdomen into your chest and to your nipples as he drinks your milk, the pressure in your full breast slowly reducing. And while sucking, his hand keeps massaging, causing your breast to soften and the milk flow. It is a nice feeling that inexplicably makes you happy, like eating something sweet, and you unconsciously reach out to hug him, burying your hands in his long brown hair.
You can’t help moaning when he squeezes your other breast and rubs his rough finger pads over your leaking, sensitive nipple. For some reason, this feels different, less cuddly and comforting but more... arousing.
The brownie sucks on your nipple until no more milk comes out before switching to the other, where his rubbing fingers have already smeared the milk all over your areola.
Yet he doesn’t let go of your breast, now holding both and kneading them, thumbing the nipple that has been sucked until numb. Soft happiness, relief and arousal intertwine, especially when you think about being this intimate with a stranger, a fae. There is something unspeakably taboo and exciting to the current situation that almost makes you wish he’d whip out his cock to fuck you.
You secretly rub your thighs together, tightening your grip in his hair and pressing your chest forward.
He seems to notice this. Sucking even more enthusiastically, the brownie takes great care not to waste even a drop of your milk, greedily gulping down the warm, sweet liquid.
When he is finally finished, you feel very relaxed and sleepy, as if you just accomplished something great that needed a lot of effort. You blink slowly and are about to nod off when you feel the large brownie move. He lets off your breasts, nipples now slightly aching from his intense sucking, and lifts your legs over his wide shoulders.
The next moment, he pulls off your panties.
His hot breath hits your crotch, and then he attaches his mouth to your pussy, tongue nudging your folds apart and prying at your entrance. A shudder runs along your spine, from your tailbone to the top of your head, and your pussy throbs as his tongue enters you.
It is longer than expected, and also broader. With a temperature matching your core, all you can feel is his tongue moving, wriggling, curling up against a certain rough spot in such a way that your clit twitches. And then he opens his mouth wider, letting his teeth scrape over your clit…
You bury your fingers in his head hair, your aching chest heaving with every breath.
He got you so wet you hear it squelch when he moves.
Biting your lip to suppress your moans while pushing your hips forward, you are unsure whether you truly want this when the brownie suddenly gives your pussy a harsh suck. His tongue laps at your inner walls and you can hear him swallowing, as if… as if feasting on your slick.
Thoughts tumble through your mind and suddenly you understand what “milk with honey” referred to.
It also happens to be your last moment of clarity before the way he eats you out makes you climax with a squeal. Your pussy flutters, squeezing out more slick, and he devours it like it is the most delectable delicacy on earth.
Sucking and lapping and lightly scraping his teeth over your clit, the brownie tongue-fucks you until with one of your many orgasms, you feel a coil-like sensation in your abdomen relax. Pressure finds its floodgates and comes pouring out, slick squirting into his mouth. This orgasm wrecks you so hard you convulse, nearly spraying your juices all over the place if not for him holding you down with a vice grip.
Your pussy contracts so hard around nothing you feel yourself, smooth, slick flesh rubbing together. Tears blur your sight and for a moment, you are in such a state of bliss your consciousness seems to be floating.
The brownie continues licking your pussy. His tongue meticulously cleans the slick from your folds and channel. It guides you through the afterglow of your climax, calming the arousal, until you are lulled to sleep.
He gives your pussy one last reluctant suck before getting up.
Looking at your glistening folds and reddened nipples, he can’t help licking his lips.
