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The Guest With Claws

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Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. “So I shouldn’t have another heat for…?”

 

“At least a week or two, maybe more.”

 

“But we can still—?” her cheeks flushed.

 

“I can still fuck you in every hole you have, any hour of the day, my deo.” I growled as my hard cock nudged her from below. “Don’t worry about that. But right now, you’re sore and need to heal.”

 

She reached between her legs and gripped the base of my cock in her soft hand. “Can we try something new then?”

 

My cock was sore as hell, and my balls were nearly shriveled, but at the husky lust in her voice, I was hard enough to pierce concrete. “I’m yours.”

 

The top half of my shaft bobbed above the surface of the water as she slid down to kneel between my legs. “You wanted my mouth, right?”

 

“For the might of malice,” I swore as I felt her hot breath on the tip of my wet cock. I leaned forward and gripped her chin before dipping my thumb into her mouth. She sucked it inside immediately and nipped the tip before lashing it with her tongue. Her eyes lightened with soft threads of silver.

 

I had created a monster, and she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

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