Panting, we both are.
The bat I was holding, broken beyond compare slips from my hands as I just
cannot take my eyes off of the sweat slicked parasur next to me. Her tank
top clings to her curves, her midriff glistening in the low light of the wreck
room. Her own cerulean eyes are locked on my baby blues.
She wretches her tail from the wooden beam and charges at me, hunger in
her eyes as she scoops me up easily and slams me against the wall, her maw
pressed against my waiting mouth. Pinned against wet parasuar and hard
wall…I was right where I wanted to be.
Her tongue rolls around like a snake demanding access to my mouth, which
she doesn’t have to wait long for. Wrapping my bare arms around her, I hold
on for dear life as I am assaulted. Her muscle batters it’s way inside my
mouth and ignored my own tongue, doing her best to fill up the entire space
with the writhing, hot, thick appendage. She was tasting me, our saliva
mixing into a panacea that invigorated me.
Once there was no space left unturned, she growls into my mouth as I groan
in pleasure as the tip of her tongue passed by my uvula and shot down my
throat I felt full, my chest responding to the wriggling invader by rapidly
raising and lowering, demanding more, but also pleading for breath at the
same time.
She presses me further into the wall, growling again as she starts to
withdraw from my throat, only to press further in, eliciting a moan from my
full meal. The feeling of the slick thing claiming it’s new home was making
my groin harden like nothing it had before. Lack of oxygen made my eyes
flutter as dark spots started to form at the corners of my vision. If I died
now…it would be a dream.
Slowly though, agonizingly slowly, it slithers out of its space, leaving the
abandoned area feeling agonizingly vacant. She pulls back, her long bluish
tongue slithers out and pauses at my gaping lips, running around the rim like
licking salt off a martini. With a flourish, the tip flicks my top lip and lolls
down saliva dripping from it.
Panting again, even if she had taken control of the situation, she still looked
winded…almost surprised with herself.
With a steadied hand, she plops me back onto the ground, where my knees
just buckled and I slid down the wall onto my bottom.
I work to regain my breath and look back at her. Her hunger is still there.
“My apartment…now.”
