“Ithink you did,” she said.
Hesqueezed again.
“Inthat case,” Zaria continued, “I’ll have you on your knees whenever the feelingstrikes me.Any time, any place.”
Herthighs pressed around his head.
“I’llhave you drinking my juices for thirst.”
Herhips slid forward along the bench, grinding against his face.
“I’lltreat you like the most handsome prince of the land, so long as you keep thattongue between my legs.”
Theblush on his face was almost as hot as the feverish pulse coming from herloins.His sensations were all a blur of liquids, some heady concoction of herwetness, his saliva, and the water from the pool.Losing all his fear, he drewshapes with his tongue, roaming in circles, side to side, squeezing his muscledown to a needle to dig through her folds and pushing it out flat to dragacross her lips, and he knew he was doing right because she reacted to everyone of his touches, her fingers massaging his hair, her thighs shivering in andflexing out, her breath stopping at a gasp.Every little nudge confirmed therightness of his efforts, which only sent him further into lust and frenzy.
Hefound, in himself, a great satisfaction in making her squirm.Maybe it wasrevenge.More likely, it was pride.
Heliked being proud.
“Higher,”Zaria panted, tugging him with her thighs.“Isaac.Higher—the fucking—higher—”
Hemoved upwards, his ears rubbing through the embrace of her legs, and began tomouth at the hood of her sex.Almost immediately, she bucked herself againsthim, her legs entirely leaving the floor as they draped across his back.Heenclosed his mouth around his new target, beginning to suck in earnest.
“Xotra’s—”
A gaspechoed across the ancient bathhouse.Her tail whacked against his chest,wagging furiously, and she bent one of her legs over the other, her kneelocking behind his head like the buckle of a belt, squeezing him deeper.He wasnow completely trapped against her sex by the vice-like grip of her thighs, hisevery breath smothered in a sopping carpet of fur.
“Don’tstop,” she growled.
He hadno intention of doing so—in fact, the roughness of her embrace made him workeven harder.He dug with his tongue, gently licking the nub of flesh while hislips provided suction and pressure, hoping to overwhelm her senses.At the sametime, he was personally growing dizzy, her feminine musk flooding through hisnostrils, boiling his brain, drenching every breath in her taste.
Hecould not have imagined a more delightful prison.He could not have imaginedanything close to the reality.
Hecould not have imagined how he had lived his life without this.
“Squire—I’m—”
Herlegs locked him tighter, and she began to outright fuck his face, her pace erraticand needful, wringing him for all he was worth.Isaac held on by the meat ofher thighs, continuing to lick as best he could while she bucked and shiftedand grinded.He felt her growl vibrate down her body.In one final effort, hegave a soft, jerking suck of her clitoris.
Herclimax announced itself with a flood of emissions, her muscles flexing, hermoan trembling out, her hand and thighs gripping his head, her fluffy tailwhapping against his chest, his face locked tightly in place as she rodethrough a gushing note of ecstasy.He held his breath as best as he was able.After what seemed nearly a minute, she began to relax, slowly releasing himfrom her sopping wet embrace.
When hesat back on his heels, Zaria was almost helplessly splayed across the bench,her legs out, her head tilted back, her breath panting and hard.
“Gods,”she said.
Isaactook a moment to breathe.
“Gods,”she repeated.
“Youknow,” he said, swallowing her viscous cum.“I like the way you moan, madamknight.”
As ifwaking from a stupor, she rose to an elbow, her thighs parting around his head.She tried to speak.Nothing intelligible was heard.After a moment, shegrinned, all her teeth glinting orange in the firelight.She fell backwardsonto the stone furniture, gazing up at the bathhouse ceiling, releasing a long,happy sigh.
Isaacrose to his feet.His tongue felt numb and slimy.His beard was dripping wetwith her juices, and he looked over to the pool, considering the idea ofwashing himself again.He decided against it.He liked the idea of her fluidsdrying on his face.
Amoment later, Zaria began to sing.
“By theburning sands, by the spouting sinks
