Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
To think I have been smelling this all this time. She was aroused and never said a word to me.
She was aroused…from me. The thought is staggering and fills me with fierce joy. How many times have I smelled this scent in the last week, wondering what it was? Now that I know, I cannot believe it took me so long to realize this. "I smelled you when you touched me," I rasp, moving my knuckle through the wetness on her skin. She is indeed slick here, the moisture thick and heady and my mouth waters. "You liked it?"
"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't," Mina says softly. "I loved touching you. I loved making you feel good."
I groan. "I want to do the same for you. Tell me what you like, Mina."
She makes another little gaspy sound, and then her fingers move slowly toward my mouth. I think for a moment that she's going to touch me, but she carefully parts her folds with a touch. With her other hand, she touches herself, showing me.
Teaching me.
I watch, utterly fascinated, as she draws light, airy circles around the little bump of flesh tucked at the top of her folds. "This…" she says, and gasps, aroused by her own fingers. "This is really sensitive." She moves lower, and I watch as she dips a finger into the entrance to her body. "It feels better when it's wet, because then my fingers really glide over it." She demonstrates, and I feel her thighs tense against me. She moves back to the opening of her body and pushes a finger in. "And it feels good to touch myself inside, too."
I hate my claws. Hate that I cannot give her my fingers. If her thighs are tender, she is beyond soft here, in this most fragile area. My claws will go nowhere near it. "How do I do this for you?" I ask, feeling foolish and grotesque. "I am monstrous."
"No," she says quickly. Her fingers caress my jaw, and she touches my face with those scented fingers. "You're just different. It doesn't mean bad. If you can't use your hands, your mouth will feel good, too."
"How?" I ask again. I want to do this for her. I'm aching to give her this, but my mind has no knowledge of these things. "Explain to me in great detail, Mina. I want to get it right."
"Well…" Mina licks her lips as I watch her face. She squirms a little. "Your tongue would feel really good there. But only if you want to do that, of course—"
I am on her like a ravenous beast before she can finish her words. My tongue? I have an exceedingly competent tongue. I can do this. I clench one fist against her thigh, keeping her spread wide, and drag the slab of my tongue over her seam. When I push forward with my tusks, they press into her folds, pushing them apart and leaving her open for me to feast on. I lick at the small, rounded bit of flesh with my tongue. "Does this have a name? Is this more pussy or is it something else?"
I want to learn all of her.
She gasps as I lick it, her legs jerking. "Clit. It's a clit. Oh…go soft, Crulden. Go soft."
Her hand goes back to my mane, her fingers tight in it as I try to do as she asks. I liked it when she was rough with me, but Mina is fragile. Of course she needs different things. I circle around the little “clit” with my tongue, surprised at how firm it is. I remember how Mina wetted her fingers in her own juices before returning to touch her clit again, so I make sure my tongue is wet and slippery when I lick her.
She groans, trembling, and when I look up, she bites down on her knuckle, trying to keep quiet. She doesn't want anyone to hear us.
I understand that. This is our moment. It's not for sharing with others.
I press my face to her pussy again, teasing the nub until the scent of her grows too irresistible. I move lower, grazing my tongue against the entrance to her body, and the taste of her washes over me. I groan. "What is this part of you called?"
"Cunt," Mina breathes. "Inside me, that's my cunt."
Inside her. I want to be inside her more than anything. I groan at the thought, but make no move toward it. I am far too big, and she is far too small. She might want a monster to lick her pussy, but she'd never want to mate with me. I will take what she gives, though. If she wants nothing but lickings, I will make sure they are the best lickings ever.
I want her to crave my touch as badly as I crave hers.