Sunbeam Lair iii: relentless

a rumble, much like a purr, escapes her throat as the girl caresses her ear--a purr that morphs into a growl as Cassiopeia nips. "don't," she warns, her voice quiet but firm. "save your teeth for the men who use you. give me your tongue, your heat."

her pleasure returns as the star-kissed lover moves down her throat, and her toes curl in ecstasy; she resists the urge to writhe about on the stone like a worm on a hook.

and hooked she is. oh!--

tongue, pink and soft, slides along her lips, then she moves to nuzzle Cassiopeia along the underside of her ebony throat, gently, with great precision. travels each and every inch, relishing the feeling of the blood pumping underneath her maw.

"you taste so sweet, habibi," she whispers, breath stirring the plush, dark fur. "i want to taste all of you tonight."