As the classic horror film came to a close, Helen getting her bloody vengeance on her husband, the scent of night-blooming jasmine was sweet in the air around us, and it called to me enticingly. (Y/N) was cuddled in my lap, and I could sense she was moved by the finale.

Though I was nervous, perhaps for the first time in many hundreds of years, at the idea of lying with (Y/N) again, I knew both that I quite literally owed it to her, and that I wanted her desperately. The softness of her skin, the feel of her long, thick hair against my chest, and the promise of her taste quickly defeated my fear of losing focus yet again. MINE.

I pulled her closer to me, letting my claw graze over her nipple, through her brassiere, and I could hear it contract within its confines. Her heart rate accelerated as she looked over her shoulder at me, her brown eyes demure. She called out to me like the most delicious, gourmet of pastries! I slid my tail around her calf and slowly snaked it up further. I wanted attention, and badly.

Being so close to her, I could sense her inhibitions and fears at war with her own, flickering desire. I just needed to tip her over the edge, into my arms, and onto my cock.

She smiled as she looked at the floor. “Are you hungry?” I had to lick my lips; I was beginning to salivate excessively at the promise of feasting on her delights again. “I mean, for sex-“

I rolled my eyes at her and gripped her ripe, resilient breast more firmly. “-I know what you mean, my most delightful enchantress, and I fear you do not quite grasp why I find you so mouthwatering.”

I turned her chin back towards me, catching her warm, brown eyes. “Still you constantly rob me of your gaze. It’s very cruel to deprive me so, you know. Have I not told you that I am a creature of extreme vanity?”

Before she could intervene with more self-deprecation, I soldiered on. I wanted to make a point. “It is not only sex that I crave from you, I could have that from any woman I chose. No, when I join with you, I am catapulted to the heights of Heaven itself, my very mind is sundered beautifully by the power of your taste. Your supple body is a delight, and the taste of your pleasure is an intoxicating nectar on my tongue. When you feel ecstasy, I sense it ten-fold. Your mind and form are Eden to me; you are the goddess to whom I come to pray and offer my dedications. And so, indeed, I beg that you allow me to come worship at your temple again. That is what I really wish to ask.”

(Y/N) blushed a comely pink, all the way down to her chest. Mmmmnn… “Um, ok.”

“Excellent.” I felt like a conquering general, and basked in her consent for a moment before leaning down to press my lips against hers. Ahhh! They were soft and pliant, and her enjoyment was delicious as it skipped across my taste buds. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and delighted in the wet, warm friction of our kiss. When her tongue ran across my canines oh so slowly, so curiously, it was as erotic as if she’d grabbed my forming erection.

Instantly I was impatient to feel more of her, to touch her, fuck her. It seemed I couldn’t go slowly, as I had planned, the urgency she drove through me was too profound. My focus changed from staying grounded in the present to experiencing the woman in front of me; I welcomed anything that might include. I gracelessly pulled the cup of her bra down, so I could feel the warmth of her breast as it spilled into my hand.

Everything quickly accelerated, it seemed I couldn’t control myself at all. I pulled away, so I could look at her fine globe. Just as delectable as I remembered! I quickly popped the clasp on her bra and encouraged her to shed it, only to find that, afterwards, she tried to cover herself!

I frowned. “No, you must never feel shame in my presence!” Feeling uncharacteristically impassioned, I grabbed her with my tail and pulled her right off my lap and onto her back, on the couch next to me.

I had addled her too much to be self-conscious, and I took the moment to crawl over her, humming happily to myself. She looked good enough to eat… And, indeed, I intended to. “Pretty…” I nibbled and suckled on the soft skin of her neck, kneading her bosom and relishing the smell of her arousal as it grew.

I grunted in shock when I felt her hand close around my length and start stroking! I pulled away, completely thrown for a loop. “Mistress, what are you doing?”

She looked up at me, biting worriedly on the curve of her full, lower lip. Her touch was so indulgent and erotic! “Do you like that?” She stuttered nervously. “I-I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you feel good too. Are you too hungry?”

My head swam in a wicked, seductive vortex. Briefly, I struggled and fought against it. “No. It’s just not generally… I’m just unaccustomed to such attentions. It’s not necessary; I exist to serve you, to please-uh!”

She had started stroking me with even more fervor, and her chocolate eyes smoldered with heat and challenge. “That’s bullshit.”

A woman who provoked me sexually?!? It had been so long… hadn’t it? Luxuriating in her strangely cool touch, I let myself thrust eagerly into her hand as I squeezed a magnificent tit roughly. “Ugh, you volatile vixen! You dare fan the flames of my desire for you, already so blistering hot?”

In response, she only continued her work, and I gave in completely to the perilous, internal bonfire that was consuming me. The heat her hand kindled seared through my body and destroyed all resistance I had left. “You make me burn for you, my little lark. See what your touch has wrought.”

Impatient, I hooked both hands through her panties and pulled until I had a leg firmly in each palm. I scorched them right off of her, burning easily through the fabric. In my haste, I had burnt a spot on the divan, but I didn’t care. I needed her free of obstructions to my adoration. I discarded the fabric on the floor and spread her legs, eager for her divine, vanilla taste.

My amatory momentum was derailed when she resisted me a bit, making little protesting noises. With my hands on her skin, I could sense her embarrassment, her discomfort with her sweet ladyflower.

I shook my head, frankly disgusted that such a celestial creature was anything less than proud of her sex, her ambrosial nectar. Had we not been over this before? “I’ll not tolerate you feeling ashamed of such a blessed source of pleasure and joy for us both. There is no holier place, my nightingale.”

I took her hand and guided the pads of her fingers to her petite, pink pearl. “Here, within its rosy cave, lies one of my greatest allies. You have so many nerve endings here, and the songs they sing are delightful music to taste.”

I interlaced a few of my loathsome claws with her soft fingers and traced them over her delicate, blushing petals. They were glistening with her fresh, vanilla dew. “And here, the sentries, the guardians of your sacred passage. They never rest in their caretaking. They, too, deserve attention, and are too often neglected. They have their own song, though it is softer and more refined.”

I had to take a deep breath from anticipation, my head spinning, as I pressed her middle finger a short ways into her sacrosanct passage. “Here. Here is where I beg entry to offer you my tribute. Only from here can I reach your womb, the source of life and creation, with my seed. It cradles the organs that directed your body to take its succulent form. Only from here can I coat your sacred walls with my spend. The song your womanhood sings, when it approves of my offerings, is the sweetest I have ever tasted.”

As I brought her finger to my mouth and reveled in her honeyed, vanilla flavor, I knew it was true. Lola was the most delicious being in Creation, and I had her laid, nude, before me, for my worship. I smiled, dazzled by her enjoyment as it coated my tongue. “Much of your body can bring luscious sensation, but I’ll not have you feel shame over your delectable sex.”

My empyrean siren said nothing, only gazed at me with her deep, brown eyes, as she pulled me to her. Impatient to feel all of her, I let her guide me to her entrance. When I pressed into her snug, wet sheath, I shook with the impact of her taste. My body and mind was ablaze with a white-hot fire!

I felt her hips pushing upwards against mine. She let out a soft, feminine groan as she gripped my back. Bliss rolled over my tongue and through my cock as I responded. We kept our cadence slow and intense, and I felt like I was on the brink of insanity.

The pressure, the incredible, surging passion became so intense that I felt desperate. Moving on instinct alone, I weaved the claws of one hand through her fingers, wanting to share this peculiar intimacy, this vulnerability I felt. I would trust no one else so, but it felt so right.

My desperation, my defenseless state, it made me feel something completely bizarre. I could taste Lola’s love, but the taste wasn’t enough. I had to hear her confess it again, give me another affirmation. I had to know she had forgiven me for being such a fool.

I stared into her eyes, hazy with pleasure. “Do you forgive me?”

Lola looked confused for a moment, and I could tell she was approaching a peak, but I wouldn’t relent. I had to know! “Do you forgive me for leaving?” I panted, intoxicated by her. “Do you really love me?” She hesitated, and I forced myself to slow. “Tell me or I’ll stop!”

Abruptly, she smiled a gentle smile. “I was never angry, my charming panther.” We were both breathless as she pulled my face closer. “Of course I love yo-“

I cut her off with a kiss as I tripled our tempo, wanting nothing more than to bring her pleasure. It was the only gift I had to give, and I knew then, unquestionably, I lived to give her everything.

I had to pull away so I could breathe as our fornicating sent such incendiary bolts through us both I felt as though I had ignited. Her holy passage was so incredibly wet, the ridges of her muscular walls were steadily tightening around me.

I couldn’t see anything other than Lola, her black hair a mess, her ripe breasts shaking, her mouth open as she moaned. “MINE!” She grew tense underneath me, and the pressure in my loins was unbearable. “MINE!” She catapulted into her apex and her neurochemicals hit my tongue. I howled as she grew almost rigid and called out my name. “Ngn!” Her sheath clasped me twice, and I detonated, screaming and snarling as I pumped her with my seed, marking her, filling her.

As reality shifted and my mind warped to and fro, I trembled, feeling totally weak and fragile as the last part of my tribute was made. Completely exhausted, I let myself fall forward to nestle in my angel’s arms. I could smell the night-blooming jasmine as my mind wandered, unable to form thought or maintain focus, only capable of relishing what had just come to pass.

Notes

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