He crowds over me, planting his nose against my core, separated from him by only a thin layer of cotton. He snuffles, makes a low rumbly sound, and licks at me through the material.
I jolt. I try to twist away. He growls against my pussy, and I freeze again.
Teeth close over the material, and he tugs.
“Goddess, please don’t,” I protest, cheeks burning with shame.
Another growl, low and rumbling, not exactly aggression, but more of a warning.
He tugs abruptly, and the material of my panties is ripped in two. Not satisfied, he tugs again, and again until my underthings lie shredded and cold air hits my overheated flesh.
Before I can gather my wits or splutter a complaint, he takes a big, long lick the length of my slit.
“Oh,” I say. My fingers make fists at my side as he takes another long lick. And then he tries to stuff his tongue right inside my pussy, and a strangled gasp leaves me.
He purrs and pokes inside me again. I try to jerk away. He growls, uses his clawed hands to pin my legs open, and goes back to licking me there.
I put shaking hands over my face and try to pretend this is not happening, that he is not licking my most intimate place, that it does not feel pleasurable, and that I am not dripping for him.
As if my mortification is not already complete, his tongue sweeps up, attacking the little nub, licking and lapping it. He makes a deep rumbly purr of delight as it swells with pleasure.
My breath begins to stutter, and yet more of my shameful arousal trickles out. Almost like he senses it, he is licking the entrance to my pussy, before pushing his tongue inside.
He alternates between teasing my clit and pushing inside me until I am near delirious with pleasure. My hips start to rock of their own volition. I feel like I’m losing my mind and decency.
Yet something is building inside me. A pressure, a tension. Like a flower blooming a petal at a time, drawing me unerringlytoward a goal. This is too much. I should not… Surely I cannot… And yet when the tip of his thick, sinuous tongue attacks my clit again, I tumble over into a savage climax that tears a wanton cry from my lips.
His tongue is back to thrusting inside me as deep rumbly sounds emanate from his chest. And I just lie there panting. Questioning my sanity, questioning why I did not try to stop him.
I have clearly lost my mind.
He stops abruptly, and I blink my bleary eyes open.
Is that it? Is he finally going to shift to a man?
I think about righting my skirt and tugging my bodice back into some semblance of order, but before I can, he is on me again, tumbling me onto my belly.
He takes the scruff of my collar and drags me forward.
I thrash and fight to break free. But there is no escaping him, and all too easily, he drops me face down over the trunk of a sturdy fallen tree.
Slow-witted after my climax, I don’t realize his intentions until it is already too late. My dress is thrust up, and his huge body comes down over me, pinning me to the fallen tree.
“Goddess! What are you doing?!”
His legs press between mine, spreading me wide open in the most shameful and lewd of ways.
“Taking what is mine,” he purrs just as something hot and slick slides between the folds of my pussy. His beastly hands grip the tree trunk to either side of my shoulders. I struggle… until his teeth close over the scruff of my neck and nip the skin. His growl and hold are a silent warning to be good and still.
I freeze, terror sweeping down my spine even as my pussy weeps in confusion. He could snap my neck with ease. He could rip my throat out, or at the very least, wound me terribly if he chose to.
His hips slide backward, and when they push forward again, slowly, his cock snags the entrance of my pussy.
I murmur weakly.
His hips snap forward, and this time, his thick male member slides inside me.
He has penetrated me. His cock is in me, filling me.
