He approaches my ear again, and I flinch back.
“Now what?” he asks.
My cheeks get hotter.
“What?” he asks again, half-laughing.
Having failed to hide my reflex, I can only admit defeat. “It’s going to hurt,” I mutter.
“Hm. Would you like me to make it not hurt?”
“I’m not a baby,” I snap.
He waits a beat.
“Yes,” I reluctantly admit.
He runs his tongue along his teeth, and I become aware of two things:
One, his tongue seemsverylong and flexible.
Two,allof his teeth are as sharp and deadly as his prominent fangs. They articulate individually, which explains the mysterious clicking sound.
He leans close to my ear.
When I twist my head away on reflex, he wraps a hand across my face—fuck, his hands are big—and holds me firmly in place.
“What are you?—”
His wet, hot tongue hits my ear, sliding along the shell.
“Ew, stop that! What thefuck!You perv!”
He just laughs, hot breath washing over my cheek, as he continues licking around the shell of my ear, front and back.
The hot, slimy sensation makes me squirm and shudder, but there’s nowhere I can go, no escape.
And no escape from the heat in my belly, blossoming outward, settling in my cunt.
Sylvus leans back, and I remain trembling for a moment longer.
Still holding my head in place, he reaches up and pinches my ear. “How’s that feel?”
There’s a sense of pressure, but no pain.
I blush against his palm. “Numb,” I reluctantly admit.
“Good. Now. I’d tell you to hold still, but… you don’t really have a choice.”
The tag gun slides across my periphery, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
There’s a lowclick, a sensation of dull pressure on my ear, then Sylvus releases me.
“How long does it last? It’s going to hurt again.”
He leans close.
This time I don’t twist my head away. I’m intent on preserving at least some of my dignity.
