She trembled.
Her whole body was lying there, crouched, kneeling, crying with tears that would not stop. She looked up into his eyes. They were dark. Warm. Inhuman. She slowly parted her lips. Her tongue peeked out. It was pink. Wet. Hesitant.
She licked the tip.
The first touch was a shock. The taste was salt and iron and something else — something that made her womb clench. Her tongue dragged across the slit. The clear bead broke against her taste buds. She shuddered. Her eyes closed. She felt the weight of him on her tongue. The heat. The impossible size.
She pulled back.
Her breath came in short, hitching sobs. She looked up at him. Her face was a mess of blood and tears and his seed.
"So," he said, looking down. "You have not taken a cock in your mouth before."
It was not a question. It was a statement. A claim. He reached down and gripped her hair. He pulled her face closer. The cockhead bumped against her nose. It rested against her forehead.
She trembled.
