Lirien arched into him, one hand gripping his hair, the other clutching his wrist as he kneaded her. Heat surged between her thighs. Her panties, already soaked, clung like a second skin.
Yomi's hand slid downward, over her stomach, then between her legs. She gasped as he pressed his palm against her soaked panties.
"You're already this wet?"
She turned her face away, ashamed.
"Don't hide," he growled.
He dipped his fingers past the edge, brushing against her lips, slick, soft, trembling. He pulled her pants down, revealing the soaked fabric of her undergarment, then tore it with a single clawed nail. She gasped.
"What are you...?"
He didn't answer. He kissed her. Then kissed down her belly.
Then he spread her.
His tongue darted out, licking slowly and deeply, teasing her folds, flicking her sensitive nub. Her back arched, a scream bursting from her lips as her thighs clamped around his head.
"No....ah! I...."
