“Do youwant to fuck?”
“Oh, ifyour father could see you now.”
“I’msure he’d approve.If not, he can fuck himself.”
Zariacracked into a grin.
“Well?”Isaac asked.
“Well,alright.”The hands on his shoulders pulled him close.“But only cause you’recute.”
Shepaced backwards towards the stone bench, dragging him along.With a gentlerelease, she sat down on the edge of the ancient furniture, rolling hershoulders back.Her breasts swayed in the light.Her nipples were very pink.When she parted her thighs, a strand of fluid lolled from her sex.
“Go on,then,” she said.“I can’t deny my squire the best medicine he’s ever tasted.”
Helooked at her, and his lust turned to panic.
Inexperiencestruck him like a wall.He didn’t know what to do.He didn’t know the properpace of things.His life had always been a strict routine, a listed delineationof steps and procedures.He had always been told exactly how to conducthimself.One look at Zaria, and an ocean of possibility spread before him.
It wasterrifying.
Butjust as the hesitation struck him cold, a waft of her musk carried across theair, catching him like a slap across the face.It was no longer just theunwashed stink of her fur, but a thick, heady aroma, one that seemed distinctlyherin a way he couldn’t properly qualify.It seemed to unlock somethingprimal in his mind.
It washer smell.
Itsmelled likeher.
Instincttook over.The last word she had said.
Tasted.
He dovebetween her legs, like a bloodhound sprinting for a scent.His knees hit thecraggy floor, and his hands gripped at her thighs, pressing them apart, fingerssinking into meat and fur.Once the valley was open, the heat from her loinsexhaled into his face.He saw her cunt clearly, through the fur and flesh.Hedrew close.He took a long inhale, and the smell was as thick as a fog.When hereleased his breath, the air brushed against her glistening sex.A shiverspread through the fur.
“Hold amoment,” Zaria said.
Fromabove, she wrapped a loose hand around his cheek, fingers raising his chin tomeet her gaze.
“You realize,”she said, “that the boney queen is watching us, however she does?”
“Good,”he replied.“I hope she can hear us, too.”
A laughtumbled from Zaria’s throat.“Be honest.”Her hips twitched forward, like theywanted to thrust.“How often’d you jerk yourself, upin that tower?”
“Icould’ve been a carpenter, if my only job was painting walls.”
Herushed ahead, pressing his lips to hers.Her laughter turned to a shudderingsigh.His tongue traced across her creases, dug through her folds, only barelykeeping pace with his desire.The hand on his face shifted around to the backof his head, and her thighs closed toward his ears, eclipsing the room fromsight.
“By thecunt of—” She took a ragged breath.“Gods clear me out, I’d heard humans hadsmooth tongues, but I never—”
He gavea hard, dragging lick, and her words disappeared into a hiss.Already, heremissions were coating his face, soaking into his scraggly beard.The taste wasmetallic, sour, the texture coating his tongue.Every time he drew back for abreath, a spider web of strands still clung to his mouth, still connecting hislips to hers, and the sight only made him dive in deeper, mouthing and kissingand licking.While his face was occupied, his arms roamed around her thighs,looking for something to grab.
“Forgetit,” she said, her hand still clutching his head.“Forget everything I saidabout you being my squire.”She drew a breath.“Oh, this is your new calling,love.We’re gonna do this every fuckin’ day, now on.”
Hepressed his face deeper, rubbing his nose through her lips as his tonguecircled her opening.
“Oh,did you like me saying that?”
Hishands took a meaty grip of her thigh.At the same time, her clawed fingersbegan to stroke through his hair.
