“That feels nice,” she said.
Geva’s forked tongue flicked out from between his jaws, and she shivered as it tickled over her skin. The warm wetness of it slipped around and teased at her breasts, then snaked back and explored between her thighs. Its split tip stroked between her p***y lips, tasting her until she moaned. She stared back over her shoulder at the thick column of flesh that protruded from between his massive, scaled thighs. It was even bigger than it had been when he was a statue, but she craved every inch of it now.
“You like the way I taste?” she asked, and was startled to hear his deep, gravelly, and, despite his bestial form, very intelligible response.
“You taste alive. You taste beautiful. Hmmm, I could taste you for eternity.” His heavy claws tightened around her hip
