"If you get any more beautiful," he murmured and didn't finish either words or thought.
Instead, already, he was running his hands down her thighs to draw them apart. He never stopped at her thighs, but continued, stroking and massaging her legs all the way to her hooves where he scratched lightly at the join between hoof and skin because she'd once told him that they itched. He ran his hand up her tail and caught the tip to draw to his mouth, too, then sucked and bit gently at it.
Her tail, her hooves, her claws, her horns, her fangs -- everything about her that was nothing like Vesh, he loved especially, but Z would have to forgive him for being brief about it tonight. With a painful, rising urgency, he shifted to lower himself between her legs and bury his face in her cunt.
At the taste of her wet and open for him already, a near-whimper escaped his lips and then that sob he'd been choking back for hours. His fingers gripped bruising tight against her hips while he laved her clean and then laved her wet again. And if the odd tear mingled with her flavor or he shook with more than the strain of need, it had been eight and a half months and he had missed her nearly every minute of it.
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Date: 2018-02-11 06:36 am (UTC)Instead, already, he was running his hands down her thighs to draw them apart. He never stopped at her thighs, but continued, stroking and massaging her legs all the way to her hooves where he scratched lightly at the join between hoof and skin because she'd once told him that they itched. He ran his hand up her tail and caught the tip to draw to his mouth, too, then sucked and bit gently at it.
Her tail, her hooves, her claws, her horns, her fangs -- everything about her that was nothing like Vesh, he loved especially, but Z would have to forgive him for being brief about it tonight. With a painful, rising urgency, he shifted to lower himself between her legs and bury his face in her cunt.
At the taste of her wet and open for him already, a near-whimper escaped his lips and then that sob he'd been choking back for hours. His fingers gripped bruising tight against her hips while he laved her clean and then laved her wet again. And if the odd tear mingled with her flavor or he shook with more than the strain of need, it had been eight and a half months and he had missed her nearly every minute of it.