Hunted
His answer was a roar. I scurried backwards across the rock like a crab. The beast grabbed an ankle and slid me back toward himself. All the while a deep, reverberating growl rumbled from his throat, making my bones feel like they were vibrating. As I lay trembling on the rock, he began to unpeel my arms which were wrapped around my quivering breasts. He forced open my legs, and I found myself spread-eagled over the gap in the altar, making it possible for him to approach me. To fuck me.
His heavy head dropped over me, and he began to rub his cold, rubbery snout across my body, his nostrils exhaling hot, moist air on my skin. He rubbed his nose into my armpits and inhaled, making a grunting sound as he took in my smell. Adrenaline coursed through my body as he explored me, his teeth clearly visible and threatening. When his tongue darted out to lick my breasts, I screamed, making the beast rumble again. He continued licking my tits, making them jiggle and bounce with each long lick. Every time his tongue made contact with my hard nipples, I melted, feeling my pussy growing wetter and wetter by the moment. Strangely, the threat of his sharp teeth and massive cock only served to make it more exciting.
At last, he burrowed his snout into my pussy, rubbing my moisture all over his snout. Then he opened his mouth once more. I closed my eyes, fearing he would take a bite of me.
Instead, his long, wide tongue snaked out and languorously began to lap at my wet, juicy pussy until the combination of my juices and his saliva made me wetter than I'd ever been.
I moaned as he licked me. His tongue was amazingly warm, wet, and pliant--and able to lick the entirety of my mound with each stroke of his moist, flexible tongue. He was making me feel good, and I wanted more. I wiggled my hips closer to his mouth. To my surprise, I began to feel like I could come. Terror and lust had intertwined below my belly, feeding this growing pleasure. I tensed my muscles, keeping my body in place as he started to lick me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. He must've known I was close, because he began to lap more slowly, driving me insane with desire. I pressed my hips up more forcibly, creating more contact between my clit and his tongue and was almost instantly rewarded with a climax.
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