Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“No, sweetheart. Use your fingers to hold your pussy lips open for me. Show me everything,” I rasp.
She hesitates again, but then nods, her big breasts swaying. Slowly, Martha reaches her hands between her legs and then pulls her pussy lips apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh between them. Not only that but her clit is revealed, huge and aroused too. The stiff nub must be at least two inches long and throbbing with desire.
“Like this, Prince Haakon?” she whispers. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Immediately, I’m on my knees behind her, pressing a kiss to her big bottom.
“This is exactly what I want,” I rasp against her smooth skin. “Now, let’s begin the inspection.”
With that, I fork my tongue behind her back, where the sweet girl can’t see. It’s a genetic trait among the Lysenian royal men. Not all of my relatives can do it; only some of us, me included. Basically, my tongue looks normal most of the time, and it performs all the functions of a normal man’s tongue when it comes to sensory reception. But when the occasion calls, I can fork my tongue so that it resembles a reptile’s tongue, with the same sensitivity, dexterity, and length. It makes for some good oral sex, I’ll tell you, and Martha’s going to experience it.
But even better, my forked tongue allows me to calibrate a woman’s virginity. I can taste a man’s semen, even if he came in her over a year ago. Douching won’t rid her of the unmistakable tang, and of course, if they used a condom, I can taste the latex. There’s simply no outwitting my forked tongue, although it makes me look like a reptile when you see it.
“Now hold still,” I murmur against Martha’s sweet bottom flesh. “We’re going to see if you’re a woman who lives up to her word.”
With that, I lick gently at her anal pleats, watching with satisfaction as they tense, and then relax. Martha lets out a guttural sigh as I tap my finger against that sensitive hole. Her pussy’s already dripping and I reach down to catch some of her secretions on my tongue before bringing it back up to her asshole and smearing the fluid around the tiny opening.
“You taste like honey,” I purr in a low tone. “So sweet.”
She sighs and bends over even more, spreading herself wider.
“Please, Prince Haakon,” she breathes, big breasts dangling to the floor. “More.”
“Of course, baby,” I rumble. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”
Then, gently, I probe her anus with my tongue. She gasps, quivering before me as her knees shake, so I give her a bit of time to stabilize. But then I tickle her anal pleats with my tongue again, teasing the rim, before sliding my tongue up into her tight, hot passage, reveling in the taste of her ass.
“Ahhhh,” she cries out, gripping her ankles with savoring the feel of my tongue up her sensitive behind. “Mmm!”
My cocks are rigid now, punching against my fly, but I have a job to do. I swirl my five inch tongue within her asshole, making sure to get a good sample of her rectal walls. She’s sweet, salty, and musky at the same time, and sure enough, there’s no tang of semen in there. Growling with pleasure, I slip my tongue back out before kissing her asshole with satisfaction.
“You did good, honey,” I rasp. “You’re definitely an anal virgin.”
Her eyes open a bit, even as her pussy throbs.
“But how can you tell?”
I massage one big white cheek lovingly.
“We’ll get into that later. But now, baby, Daddy’s going to check your vagina now. You said you were a virgin in both holes, right? Fuck, I can’t wait.”
With that, I suck Martha’s clit a bit, making her cry out as her lashes flutter shut, before moving to the sweetness of her drenched pussy. My tongue forks again and then I slide it deep into those hot pink folds. She’s so wet that my cheeks and chin are immediately slathered in female honey, but it doesn’t matter. Her tight pussy passage clamps around me, ripples already running through the walls, and I know without a doubt that I have a virgin on my hands.
Even better, my tongue runs up against a thin film buried deep in her vaginal canal, and I lap at the sensitive membrane with appreciation.
“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “No horseback riding for you, I see.”
Martha’s lashes flutter open a bit, as if she’s currently in a dream.
“I’m sorry?” she murmurs before tilting her head back again. “Ahhhh!”
“Never mind,” I whisper with a grin while licking her hole with the forks of my tongue. “Just a little pet peeve of mine.”
But then I lick her hymen again, savoring the honey of her sweet twat. Goddamn, Nerilda did good because this woman is definitely innocent. There’s no after tang of male semen inside, and I slurp hungrily at her cunt before pulling out and twining my forked tongue around her clit. This is my special “magic trick” if you will, and obviously, can only be done if you have my particular anatomy.