Maisie
Claws dug into the soft flesh of my ass and spread me open. A hot tongue dragged slowly from my soaked pussy all the way up to my asshole, and a filthy, high-pitched mewl tore from me.
That tongue worked me, over and over, until my thighs shook, every coherent thought in my head burning to cinders.
"Please," I sobbed.
Fangs ran over my clit. "Please what, malyshka?"
The voice vibrated against my folds and a fresh wave of it shot through me.
"Oh… gods…" I gasped, back arching.
His tongue pushed inside me and my head thudded back against the pillows. My fingers fisted in silky black hair and yanked, hard enough that his mouth was forced away from me.
Pitch black eyes caught the light. Silver hair teased his face stuck halfway through a shift. His body was strained with bulging muscles and fur. His lips glistened with my wetness.
"Fuck me," I begged.
Another pair of hands grabbed my thighs, holding them wider for him.
Soren.
