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Glimmering blue light licks down the path of Rumi’s arm, pulsing along to her heartbeat as it curls around her wrist. The marks shine in iridescent colors as she sinks her fingers in the silk black locks of Zoey’s hair, mindful of the sharp claws that tip her fingers.
A soft groan spills out of Zoey’s mouth as she feels the fingers in her hair stroke gently before gathering a handful in a tightening grip. The slight pain mixes with the heady arousal simmering in her belly, and she stutters out a soft whine as Rumi peers down at her, watching with parted lips and blown mismatching eyes, one midnight obsidian and the other glowing like a liquid gold.
“You’re so pretty, baby.”
The praise shoots straight to Zoey’s clit, eliciting a whimper from her as she stares up at her girlfriend with half-lidded eyes, panting softly as she waits.
“Are you sure I can use your mouth?” Rumi’s voice is a husky timber, saturated with want as she cups Zoey’s cheek with her other hand, thumb stroking the heated skin slowly. There is tenderness holding back the savage desire swimming beneath her words. A claw brushes along the swell of her bottom lip, and a growl rumbles in the back of Rumi’s throat as she savors the way Zoey’s breath hitches.
“Yes, yes, please.” Zoey pleads, eagerness dripping from her tone as she kisses Rumi’s thumb, soft wet tongue lapping at the clawed tip. “Wanna feel you, all of you. Wanna have my mouth full.” She sucks on Rumi’s thumb and flutters her lashes while looking up at her, pursing her lips until they’re pouting.
“God, you’re so… hot. Okay, just let me…”
There’s a moment where Rumi pauses, her thumb lingering as it taps against Zoey’s lips. And then her hand is retreating in favor of tugging her pants and underwear down, hissing out a groan as her hard cock springs up, nearly smacking Zoey in the face. Her cock is thick and hard, throbbing with veins snaking down her shaft. Precum dribbles out the tip, slick in abundance as she stares down at her lover. Zoey’s gaze is fixated on her cock, wordlessly tracing the glowing lines that extend from her pelvis down to the length of her shaft, and the dark gleam of hunger in her eyes has Rumi’s belly flipping, pressure coiling tight in her belly as her cock twitches.
“Your cock is so pretty.”
And Rumi blushes, not sure how to handle the compliment. No one’s ever told her her cock looked pretty. But Zoey gazes at her cock and looks like she wants to trace the glowing patterns with her mouth—and that has a trill of pleasure sweeping up her spine. She murmurs a thanks, still blushing at the compliment.
“Please, please…” Zoey nuzzles up into Rumi’s grip, a breathy exhale escaping her lips as she whines. Those big brown eyes have been blown wide, shimmering pools of arousal that lure Rumi in, making her want to wade deeper towards the siren song that calls to her.
Rumi fists her cock and taps the tip against Zoey’s lips, moaning at the way her lover eagerly opens up and licks at her sensitive skin. The sight of her precum glistening on Zoey’s mouth, the sight of it being lapped up by Zoey’s tongue—Rumi groans as another wave of pleasure ripples up her spine. Her hand in Zoey’s hair tightens, demon clawed hand keeping a perfect grip on her lover’s hair.
“Go on… show me how much you want it.” Rumi’s tone is raspy as she holds her cockhead against Zoey’s mouth.
She watches as Zoey’s hands come up to wrap around her cock—soft hands barely able to circle her girth—and Rumi lets out a low groan as she watches Zoey take her cockhead into her mouth, hips jerking at the sensation of a warm seal around her tip. Rumi chokes on a moan as she feels Zoey’s tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of her cockhead.
“Fuck… that’s it. That feels so good, baby.” Rumi sighs as her hand curls around the back of Zoey’s neck, clawed tips scratching gently at the skin of her nape. The praise combined with the sensation of claws on her skin makes Zoey whine, panting against the thick cockhead in her mouth as arousal pools low in her belly.
Desire glistens and swells in Zoey’s eyes, dark pools of brown that lure Rumi in, beckoning her closer and closer.
One hand is curled around her cock, stroking slowly along the vibrant patterns as Zoey’s other hand digs into the jut of Rumi’s hip, fingernails raking pink lines down her thigh as Zoey slowly bobs her head. She takes a couple inches into her mouth, moaning as she feels Rumi filling up her mouth. Pleasure sinks into her bones as her headspace becomes foggy, clouded with the sensation of full. The way Rumi’s cock stretches her lips feels so good, the weight of her thick cock pressing down on her tongue scratches an itch so good in her brain, and Zoey knows that she’s drooling, feels the wetness trickling out the corner of her mouth, knows that she must look like a desperate whore staring up at Rumi.
But Rumi holds her hair in a tight grip, dark eyes—one beautifully blinking golden—staring down at her, hissing out moans and praises and breathy grunts as her sharp claws caress her skin. The touch and the praise makes Zoey whimper, makes her arousal pound low in her gut. She squeezes her thighs together, mewling at the way Rumi pushes more of her cock into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Ngh, fuck… you’re taking my cock so well.” Rumi moans as her hips begin to work, pushing forward only to drag her cock out of that warm velvet grip before sinking right back into Zoey’s mouth. Like she’s found a piece of heaven and she doesn’t ever want to let go. In and out, pushing her cock deeper until Zoey’s saliva coats her shaft, until slick pools around the base of her cock. Her claws grip silky black locks tight while her other hand cups Zoey’s throat, growling at the bulge that Rumi knows is her cock. Hers. It’s obscene and so fucking hot, the way Zoey is so pliant and willing like this, half-lidded dark eyes entirely focused on Rumi as her lover uses her mouth like this.
Wet and slick warmth encompasses Rumi’s cock, a silky heat unlike anything else, and she moans shamelessly as she fucks in and out of Zoey’s mouth, relishing in the way the walls of her lover’s throat opens up so easily for her. Tight pressure clamps down around Rumi’s cock, and every second of it has pleasure rippling through her senses, drowning her in its sweet debauchery.
“You like being used like this, baby? Like having your mouth filled with me?” Rumi coos in between her moans, singing praise directly at her lover as her hips piston in and out. Her hand curls around Zoey’s throat, fingers stroking along the smooth column of her neck, admiring the bulge of her thrusting cock. The obscene sound of slick skin slapping echoes through the air, and Rumi sighs at the sight of Zoey’s stretched mouth drooling on her cock.
Muffled moans vibrate up her shaft and Rumi growls at how good it feels, her grip tightening in black hair, hips jerking before she resumes a smooth and brutal pace.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Zoey. Especially when you let me use your mouth like this.” Rumi’s golden eye shimmers, occasionally sparking like a bolt of lightning. “You make me feel good, so good. Is this what you wanted, hm? To be a good little whore for me?”
A long muffled moan comes from Zoey as she whines, the sound obstructed by the pumping cock filling up her mouth and her throat. Wetness drips from her pussy, and Zoey feels her face hot all over as Rumi’s dirty talk takes effect on her. Molten heat roils in her belly, her arousal churning and churning, an aching need pounding in her core as Rumi continues using her mouth.
“I’m gonna come… fuck, Zoey,” Rumi shudders as she nears her peak, hips bucking as she tightens her grip in soft black hair. “Where do you want it?”
And Zoey moans against her cock, hands scratching Rumi’s thighs as she bobs her head.
“Inside? Want me to come in your mouth?” Rumi groans, brows knitting into a furrow as the thought sends a hot bolt of arousal up her spine. “Want me to fill up your pretty mouth? Come all over your tongue?”
Whimpers drop from Zoey’s lips as she tries to nod her head in Rumi’s iron grip. The message is clearly received, the desperation in Zoey’s eyes glittering like stardust. Rumi groans as her pace stutters, hips bucking as she climbs the peak of her pleasure. Claws curl around Zoey’s head, holding her in place as Rumi’s other hand strokes at her cock, hand working quickly to pump.
“Fuck, I’m coming… ngh, take every drop for me, baby.”
And the sight of Zoey’s lips parting, that mouth opening up wide, the shine of eager and wanton lust swirling in her eyes—Rumi’s control snaps and she curses under her breath as her orgasm slams into her. Thick ropes of white paint Zoey’s mouth, and a broken moan escapes the both of them as Rumi’s release puddles on the flat of Zoey’s tongue. Her cock throbs hard, and her patterns pulses with color as she pumps herself, making sure every last creamy drop of her cum lands on Zoey’s tongue.
“Swallow for me.” Rumi’s tone is rough with desire, heavy as she gazes down at her lover. She watches Zoey’s throat bob and then those soft lips part open. Not a trace left behind.
“Good girl.”
The praise has Zoey whimpering, eyes fluttering shut as arousal pools low in her belly. The taste of Rumi is thick on her tongue, lingering even when she’s swallowed every drop. Her thighs squeeze together, and Zoey can’t help the whine that crawls out of her mouth—her cunt is soaked and there’s an insistent aching need present in her core.
“R-Rumi…” The name twists on her lips, desperation pouring into the two syllables as she peers up at her girlfriend.
“Oh, baby. Come here… let me help you.” Rumi tugs her up, gently coaxing her with firm hands and strength beyond her human nature. Zoey is essentially manhandled onto her feet, and fuck, isn’t that so hot?
“Unnie… hah, need you so much.” Zoey whines breathily, her skin flushed pink with how intense her arousal is.
Deft hands strip her pants and underwear, and they both pause to stare at the viscous strings of arousal clinging to her panties. A growl rumbles in Rumi’s chest and Zoey yelps as her lover picks her up easily, breathless as Rumi hauls her up into her arms and holds her in the air. She’s not opposed to Rumi’s newfound strength, not at all.
“What the fuck, that’s so hot…” Zoey says as she clings to Rumi’s shoulders, hands holding on tight as she stares down at the thick cock brushing against her lower tummy. She squirms and whimpers trying to imagine all of that inside of her.
“Fuck, why are you so big, unnie.” Zoey whines again, biting down on her bottom lip as she watches Rumi’s cockhead swiping against her soaked folds. It’s so slippery between them, and soft sweet noises escape Zoey as she feels the tip rubbing against her clit and her entrance, over and over again like a tease.
Rumi nudges her nose against Zoey’s cheek, nuzzling as she pants softly, “Help me out, baby.”
Zoey leans forward to kiss her, soft but eager, lips meeting lips in an attempt to quell the molten heat in her belly. It doesn’t help but she kisses Rumi anyway. It’s addicting. She mouths at Rumi’s jaw while her hand grabs at Rumi’s cock, fingers trying to wrap around that big and hot shaft, shuddering out a mewl as she swipes that thick cockhead against her clit, breathing out raggedly as she presses the tip against her soaked hole. It feels so big, and Zoey is whimpering as the solid presence circles her entrance slowly.
Their eyes meet and lock together, magnetic in the thick storm of anticipation and lust.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Rumi presses a kiss to her cheek, lingering as she waits for Zoey. “Take your time.”
But she wants it, she wants Rumi so much.
So Zoey shakes her head and tugs at Rumi’s cock, sucking in a breath before exhaling. She leans into Rumi’s embrace, leaning into the way her lover holds her tight and secure.
Her hips sink down on that thick cockhead, and a long moan is pulled out of her chest as Rumi slips inside and stretches her out. Pleasure swirls around her head, and Zoey’s hips buck as her walls are pleasantly stretched by her lover’s thick girth. She whines and moans and writhes, toes curling as Rumi’s cock pushes deeper and deeper, but Rumi holds her through it all. Anchoring her as she endures the relentless waves of pleasure crashing into her.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.” Rumi purrs, definitely purrs as she snakes a hand in between their flushed bodies to rub lazy circles on Zoey’s clit. The burst of pleasure is undeniable, and Zoey trembles almost violently as she lets a sharp cry free from her lips. Her nails dig into Rumi’s skin, holding on as another inch slips in, as another bolt of pleasure races up Zoey’s spine.
The praise makes her body sing, makes the pressure in her belly feel like churning molten lava, so hot and sizzling with bursts of euphoric sensations.
“So tight… relax, baby, I’ve got you.” Rumi groans as she keeps drawing those circles, keeps speaking those sultry words that crawl up Zoey’s skin to sink into her ears. A breathless noise rushes out of Zoey as she feels herself being stretched beyond what she imagined, feels her pussy give way to Rumi’s cock, mewling at the way the curve of that cockhead drags against her sweet spots.
“Hah… Rumi, fuck!” There are stars bursting behind her fluttering eyelids, mini explosions that ripple across her senses with nothing but sheer ecstasy.
Dark eyes flutter open and Zoey shudders as she feels her walls squeezing down on Rumi, so tight and slick, clamping down hard when Rumi finally bottoms out. There’s wetness dripping out of her, wetness sliding down the curve of her thighs and ass, smearing against Rumi’s pelvis and abs and god, they’re so messy together.
“Fuck… you feel, hah, so good…!” Zoey’s words taper into a breathy whine, unable to hold the syllable as her mind blanks on the sensation of full, so full.
“You’re perfect. So perfect, Zoey.” Rumi murmurs as she holds Zoey against her, supernatural demon strength making the act seem effortless. She savors the pleasure contorting Zoey’s expression as her cock remains buried deep in silky heat. When she bottoms out, Zoey is dripping so much, the skin of their thighs are drenched from their combined fluids. The wet sheen of slick looks so lewd trailing down her thighs, magnified by the humming glow of her patterns. Hunger itches at her gums, and Rumi lets out a breathy noise; she wants to taste Zoey, wants to bury her face in between those soft, toned thighs.
Perhaps later.
She holds Zoey there for a moment, savoring the look on her lover’s face—pure lust glittering in the dark pools of her eyes, like clusters of stars twinkling in the pitch black void, a gorgeous sight of beauty and temptation all wrapped up in one. And then Zoey starts squirming, panting and whining as her hips buck against Rumi, trying to find some sort of relief.
“M-Move, Rumi—fuck, please, move!”
A rumbling purr starts in Rumi’s chest again as she grips Zoey—one hand curled around her hip and one clawing into an asscheek—and lifts before dropping her lover back down on her cock. The carry fuck is effortless with her demon strength, and Rumi marvels at how obscene this position is, relishing in the way Zoey writhes in her embrace, slick walls squeezing around her cock so good as she bounces her in a smooth, consistent pace.
“Oh my— fuck!” Zoey chokes on a moan, an incoherent warbled sound tumbling out of her mouth as she winds her arms around Rumi’s shoulders, nails raking pink lines to join the glowing marks down her lover’s back. She clings to Rumi, hiccuping and sobbing as that thick cock pounds up into her pussy, slick and shameless wet skin slapping sounds echoing every time their hips meet again and again.
“Is it good? How does it feel…,” Rumi groans, a throaty purr mixing with a loud moan slipping free. “How does it feel having my cock stretching your pussy, reaching so deep inside?”
“Good, so good—don’t stop, Rumi, please don’t stop!”
Her legs wrap tight around Rumi’s waist, thighs trembling as she is held in the air, flushed with her lover, powerless against Rumi’s strong grip. She can’t really think with the way Rumi’s cock slides so deep inside of her cunt, that thick cockhead grazing against multiple sweet spots, dragging just right on its way out before Rumi pushes right back inside. Pleasure shoots up her spine, a molten heat dipping into each notch of her vertebrae before rippling throughout her body in waves that feel endless. Moans and whimpers leave her lips as she clings to Rumi’s shoulders, face buried in the crook of Rumi’s neck, gasping and whining into soft, warm skin as her lover takes her again and again.
Light shimmers off of Rumi’s body, her patterns twisting in vibrant lightning bolts as she works her hips, the motion of them a blur as she slams her cock into Zoey’s cunt while also bouncing her lover up and down. Zoey is a moaning mess clinging tightly to her and Rumi likes the feeling all too much. She adores the way sweat glistens on their heated skin, relishes the sticky feeling as they cling to each other, overly warm skin brushing together so intimately. It feels so good being together like this, connected like this. And Rumi tells Zoey so, her lips murmuring against the shell of Zoey’s ear, kissing the space right below her jaw and sucking a bruising mark there.
“Can I come inside? Do you want that, Zoey? Want me to breed this pussy like it’s mine?”
Rumi’s voice sends Zoey spiraling, her pleasure an ignition that explodes across her senses like a sparking lightning storm. She shudders at the filthy words, the thought of it so hot that it sears into her belly like a hot brand. Her arousal pulses, thick and heady, and Zoey’s walls clench at the thought of being full of Rumi’s seed, of being bred so thoroughly.
“F-Fuck… I want it, I want it!” Zoey whines as her face flushes hot, crimson sprawling across her skin as she nuzzles against Rumi’s throat and kisses the sweat dripping down her lover’s neck. It’s like Rumi’s question has invaded her mind, nothing but the thought now occupying her conscience. “Breed me, fuck me—n-need you to fill me up, unnie!”
Desperation tinges Zoey’s tone and feeling her lover clinging tighter to her body, those walls squeezing rhythmically around her cock has Rumi’s pleasure doubling by the second. She holds Zoey tighter against her body, hips working faster as she pounds into that squeezing cunt a little harder. The constant clap clap clap of their skin makes the pressure in her belly coil tighter and tighter.
“Come with me, Zoey… hah, come on my cock. I’ll breed you so good… mhm, I’ll have you dripping with my seed.”
Harsh panting breaths brush against Zoey’s skin as Rumi fucks up into her, a brutal pace that is maintained as they both hurtle towards their respective climaxes. She shivers at the dirty talk, moaning loudly as she feels Rumi growling against her throat, canines poised against the fluttering pulse in her neck, hips bucking at the way that thick cock plunges deep into her, balls slapping against her ass. She’s so full, and then Rumi is moaning and whimpering, her hips stuttering as a deluge of liquid heat floods her cunt. She’s so, so full now. Zoey can’t help the way her back arches, pleasure sinking claws deep into her skin, anchoring her to Rumi’s touch as she feels warmth filling up every inch of her pussy.
Pleasure crashes into Zoey hard, a tidal wave of enormous proportions. She’s trembling as she shrieks, vision going white as pleasure courses through her entire body. Senses go haywire, her mind short circuiting as she is tossed into an ocean of euphoria. Moans break free of her throat as Zoey’s walls clamp down on the thick cock buried deep inside of her, squeezing tight as she milks her lover’s cock dry. Everything feels hazy and far away as she drifts on the waves of ecstasy carrying her off, a pliant sense of comfort inhibiting her until she floats down from the high.
Soft lips press against her cheeks, her temple, her nose, and then her lips. Repetitive kisses that feel so gentle and affectionate, brushing against the warm skin of her face. Zoey blinks slowly, eyelids fluttering open to see Rumi’s face close to hers. Foreheads pressed together, a soft smile on her girlfriend’s face as she is held in a loving embrace.
“Feeling okay? Was that too much?”
Zoey hums softly as she shakes her head. Whining softly when Rumi moves them to the bed and lays them down, the movement jostling the thick cock still buried deep inside of her cunt.
“Ah, sorry!”
“No, no… S’okay.”
Zoey throws her arms around Rumi’s shoulders, tugging her girlfriend down so that their mouths can meet in a kiss, lips moving together languidly. Kissing gently, lingering to brush their lips together before Zoey slots their mouths together once more. God, she loves kissing Rumi. She licks into Rumi’s mouth, hot tongue stroking against another and moaning lowly when she feels the warmth of Rumi’s seed slowly leaking out of her cunt. Her legs come up to wrap around Rumi’s waist, squeezing on either side as if asking her lover to plug her up.
Maybe they’re on the same wavelength seeing as Rumi hums into the kiss and tilts her head, pulling them into a deep make out session, all while her hips begin to grind slowly, pushing creamy white back inside of Zoey’s slick walls.
“This feels good.” Zoey says in between kisses and soft gasps and breathy whines. Her head falls back against a pillow, and a delightful feeling curls in between her ribs when she feels Rumi chasing after her, warm lips kissing her throat before traveling up to seek her mouth once more.
“Want me to… keep going?” Rumi is equally breathless but equally eager to match Zoey’s energy.
“Yes, yes… just like this… soft and slow.” Zoey sighs happily, smiling as she traces the curve of Rumi’s grin. Indulgent and soft and all for her.
Rumi chases after another orgasm slowly, hips grinding deep and slow, every undulating movement concentrated as she watches Zoey fall apart. It’s surreal and enrapturing, a sight she can’t tear her eyes away from. Her pulse flutters in her neck, a rapid thrum of rushing blood and excitement as she watches the way Zoey’s features contort, pleasure twisting above the surface as below, mesmerized by the way flustered skin warms and those dark eyes shine with arousal and love and a whole lot of sinful temptation.
She leans in until their foreheads are knocking into each other, noses brushing together, lips grazing as hot breaths mingle. Her cock grinds deep against slick walls, and Rumi groans against Zoey’s mouth whenever she feels the slickness of her cum sliding between her shaft and her lover’s cunt.
“Touch yourself.” Rumi says in between slow, open-mouthed kisses. Her tone low and gravelly as she watches the way pleasure lifts Zoey higher and higher. Her hands find their way to Zoey’s knees and pushes them up until they touch her chest, and she relishes in the sharp cry leaving Zoey as the position opens her up even further. Her cock sinks in a little deeper and Rumi shudders, moaning low in the back of her throat as those hot walls squeeze around her.
Zoey’s hand snakes in between them, quick to draw circles on her swollen clit. Dark eyes brim with tears, and Rumi thinks she looks so pretty like this, ruddy red cheeks and blown shaking pupils and kiss-swollen lips parted to let out sweet, sweet noises.
“You’re so… d-deep! Oh, god, it f-feels so good!”
And Zoey whines against her lips, panting heavily as she thrashes underneath Rumi’s strong grip, wiggling uselessly as Rumi fucks into her, hips pulling back slightly just to slam into her harshly. It’s a brutally slow pace, and every clap of their hips feels like a lewd echo. Rumi grunts as she pins Zoey down, almost delirious as she puts her weight into every thrust because it feels so fucking good to pound into her lover like this, growling at the sight of her cum dripping out of that soaked pussy.
“Close—I’m close!”
Zoey’s voice hitches as her eyes flutter shut, skin hot to the touch as she lies at Rumi’s mercy, taking every rough snap of Rumi’s hips, choking on moans as she feels that thick girth drilling into her walls with hard and precise pumps. Her toes curl and her thighs tremble within Rumi’s grip, but her fingers don’t stop circling her clit and every movement in tandem has pleasure sweeping throughout Zoey’s body like a rising tide. Her moans get shorter and rougher, panting harshly now as she hurtles towards her peak. Rumi’s body presses down on her, and Zoey relishes in the warm weight, in the constant presence of her lover, in the consistent way Rumi unravels her effortlessly.
“Come for me again. You feel so good squeezing on my cock. Wanna feel you making a mess of it.” Rumi says as she mouths at her neck, the sharp graze of her canines against the front of Zoey’s throat has her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head.
“I want to taste you after. Want to taste my cum leaking out of your pussy,” Rumi snarls as she bites down on the crook of Zoey’s shoulder, moaning when she feels slick walls clamping down on her cock as a result. She laps at the bite marks on soft skin, kissing them sloppily as she drives her hips forward.
And the intoxicating swirl of pain and pleasure and Rumi’s filthy talk has Zoey’s back bowing, arching up into the punishing snap of Rumi’s hips as pleasure surges through her like a supernova. Stars burst and a blinding white light encapsulates Zoey’s vision. She shudders and gasps like a dying star, convulsions rolling through her body like a sweet release. High-pitched moans and whining litters the air, and Zoey feels like pleasure itself is wringing her body out. There’s a vague sensation she registers as wetness gushing out of her, and the rough moan slipping out of Rumi feels like an indicator that she just squirted all over her lover’s cock.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
Nothing but Rumi’s warmth and the touch of ecstasy registers through Zoey’s senses, and as she floats down from her high, she savors the feeling of Rumi still pressing her into the mattress, acting as an anchor for her to return to. Her back touches the bed, sluggish arms lifting to curl around Rumi’s shoulders.
Soft lips press against her jawline, and Zoey has to blink through her blurry eyesight to look at Rumi when she says, “Can I taste you now?”
A rush of heat floods her core and Zoey whines as her walls instinctively squeeze at the filthy question. It has her feeling hot all over again, her swollen clit twitching just from the provocative image stirred by Rumi’s words.
“Yes… god, yes!” She whines, blushing at the thought of it, an eagerness rushing through her limbs as a fresh wave of arousal rips through her.
Rumi pulls out gingerly, and there’s a loud groan as her cock slips free, utterly drenched in their combined fluids. She pays no mind to her semi-hard cock and drops down to her belly, leisurely pulling Zoey’s legs over her shoulders. Her hands grip at her lover’s thighs, squeezing the soft skin with a roughness that she knows Zoey enjoys. Her gaze drops down to Zoey’s pussy and Rumi feels her mouth watering just from looking; skin flushed red from her pounding, absolutely soaked with Zoey’s wetness and the creamy white of Rumi’s load, slick and shiny as it trickles out of her gaping hole. Zoey’s entrance flutters under Rumi’s hard gaze, and she growls before licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit. A throaty moan escapes her, strategically vibrating against Zoey’s swollen clit to elicit a startled yelp.
“You taste so good.” Rumi says before diving right back into Zoey’s pussy, her tongue dragging through the combined wetness. It’s thick and tangy, musky and addicting on her tongue, and Rumi moans at the taste of herself mixing with Zoey’s essence. She drags her tongue through slick folds, lapping like a starving dog cleaning a plate with just her mouth, before she can resist no more and plunges her tongue past Zoey’s entrance. She delves into slick walls that flutter under the quick lashing of the tip of her tongue, moaning a guttural noise when she feels Zoey’s hips rocking down in her face, that swollen clit pressing against her nose. She strokes along hot walls, side to side before circling and then pumping as deep as she can go. Ignoring the burn in her jaw as she licks and sucks and drinks up the fresh wetness that floods her mouth.
“Rumi, oh, fuck… hah, keep going!”
Zoey’s hands fly down to Rumi’s head, quick to thread through purple hair and grip and tug. She whimpers as she feels Rumi’s tongue stroking against her sweet spots, hips bucking as she grinds against her lover’s face.
“Your mouth’s… so hot— ahh!”
Her thighs squeeze around Rumi’s head and Zoey glances down, a loud moan vibrating deep in her chest as she watches her lover devour her, messy and passionate, an eager and shameless display that only makes Zoey feel so desired and loved. Wanted. Carnally. Primal. A delightful shudder shoots down to the tips of her toes.
Her palms slide until they reach Rumi’s forehead, and gingerly, her fingers wrap around the curling horns on her lover’s head. They don’t come out often, but this presents a perfect opportunity for them. Zoey gasps and shudders as she grips on Rumi’s horns, holding on for dear life as she grinds her cunt against Rumi’s face, whining and moaning as her lover eats her out.
“So good… so good!” She babbles and cries out, lost in the obscene pleasure that does not relent. There are tears in her eyes now, and Zoey feels all the pleasure and pressure coiling within her body, a loaded spring tightening further and further as Rumi works her mouth. Another moan is pressed against her cunt, and Zoey lets out a sharp gasp at how fucking good it feels.
Hot lips wrap around her clit and Zoey glances down—only to falter when she catches Rumi’s gaze; pitch black obsidian and a glittering golden orb stares back at her, sheer hunger sweeping in those eyes that watch her reverently, intensely. Tension thickens around them, and Zoey chokes on another whimper as she feels her pleasure skyrocketing, pressure coiling so tight in her belly that she clenches in anticipation, breathless at the way she’s utterly drowning in euphoria.
“G-Gonna come… ngh, Rumi, please! I’m going to come, oh, fuck—on your tongue. On your mouth… hah, all over your pretty face, unnie!”
She’s babbling, incoherent as filth leaves her mouth. But Zoey carries on as she is trapped by Rumi’s intense gaze, spurred on by the hunger swirling there. Rumi suckles and licks at her clit, unrelenting as she holds Zoey’s thighs apart. And then she spies the jerky movement of Rumi’s arm, hand hidden behind the curve of her waist and obscured by the tousled sheets. Another flood of wetness drips from Zoey, spurred by the startling realization of Rumi touching herself, jerking off her cock as she eats Zoey out.
Fuck, you’re so hot.
The sight and the knowledge sends a visceral jolt of arousal searing through Zoey’s core, and her hips buck against Rumi’s face, a strangled moan crawling out of her throat as her pleasure presses down on her, smothering her with its intensity.
“Please, please, please!”
Rumi hums against her clit in answer, loud and long and languid, and Zoey feels it ricocheting across her entire body. The vibration, the sheer indulgence in Rumi’s tone, the command in her gaze that Zoey knows she is saying go ahead, come for me. Her toes curl and her thighs shake and her hips buck up violently, back arching as she shoves her chest in the air, head thrown back and neck muscles cording as a piercing scream leaves her. She’s thrown into the depths of an intense orgasm, swept away by how good it feels— oh, fuck, it feels so good, unnie!— and her hands are still wrapped around Rumi’s horns, clinging on desperately as waves of pleasure crash down on her over and over again.
Soft kitten licks on her throbbing clit makes Zoey jerk, body shuddering as delightful aftershocks roll through. Rumi’s thumbs are drawing soft circles on her inner thighs, trailing up and down her hips like a grounding presence. Zoey feels it, follows it as she comes back from the blanking state of her orgasm with heavy breaths and stars bursting in her vision.
She’s still holding onto Rumi’s horns, she realizes with an amused huff of breath. Her fingers are gentle as they trace the curve of them, admiring the smooth and sturdy ivory-like texture with her fingertips. She brushes a finger against the base, where the junction of horn and skin meet, and a fascinated expression ripples across Zoey’s face as she watches Rumi shiver at the touch.
“Do they hurt?” Zoey’s voice is soft and slightly hoarse when she asks. Awe lingering in her tone as she observes Rumi’s demon trait.
“No… just a little sensitive.” Rumi says as she kisses Zoey’s thigh, nipping slightly at the tremor still coursing through her lover, before resting her cheek there. Her gaze is soft and heady, glowing where her amber eye resides, and Zoey swallows as she is on the receiving end of it. Her belly flutters and her chest grows warm, because Rumi is looking at her so tenderly even after she thoroughly wrecked her.
“Come up and cuddle! I need your strong arms to compress me. Ugh, I feel like a puddle of goo.” A sweet coy smile unfurls across her lips, and Zoey giggles as Rumi crawls up to wrap her up in a tight embrace. Those strong arms curl around her, holding her so securely that she can’t help but melt. She rubs her nose against Rumi’s, grinning as they sink into the bed, arms and legs intertwined together.
“Rumi…”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can walk.”
And Rumi bursts into laughter, her patterns glowing bright and golden as Zoey snuggles into her neck, a serene smile tugging at her lips as her lover hugs her closer.