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"He Speaks For Us"

Date: 12/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, massage, Monster, Author: Drake Richards, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

I thank you. ‘Hatib’ will do. Now, rest. We must begin our journey early tomorrow.” Ytha nodded, and lay down upon the straw mat. The Scale began to turn to face the window again, but he felt Ytha reach out a hand to him. “Hatib? It’s very cold tonight, and I don’t have a blanket. Could you lie down with me?” He nodded. “If that is what you wish.” He turned at the waist and pulled the cloak over them, then lay next to Ytha. She turned to him and placed her arms over his chest, hugging him tightly. Her head rested on his arm, and with no other place to put them, he wrapped his arms about her, brushing her braids aside. His breath wafted over Ytha’s back, filling his nose with her scent. She smelled of dirt, grime, and the road, mostly, but underneath that stench he could detect traces of sea salt and spices. She must be filthy, he thought. He shifted slightly and turned his head to her, then snaked out his long tongue against her back. As soon as it touched her skin, he felt her recoil and gasp. Assuming that it was just the unfamiliar feeling of his tongue, he began to rake it across her back, scraping off what dirt he could. She began to tremble in his grasp. “Is this painful?” he asked, worried. “What are you doing?” “Cleaning you. It should not take long.” His tongue continued its journeys across her skin, rubbing roughly across her lower back, twisting about her arm, and digging into a small navel in her stomach. As he worked, he could taste and smell her true scent ... more clearly now. She reminded him of a journey he had taken to the ocean once, where his tribe had speared fish and cooked them over a roaring fire. However, another odd smell began to fill the air, gradual and unnoticed before. He attempted to pinpoint what it could be, but as he searched his memory, nothing seemed even close to it. His tongue continued to work downwards, and he felt the strange scent growing stronger. “If you do not mind,” he stated, “I must clean your lower half.” Ytha did not respond, but she seemed to be breathing heavily now. He could feel her heart racing against him before she pulled away from him and lay on her back. In the darkness, he could see her eyes only as completely black specks against her darkening face. He turned his body about and rose up over her, straddling her face with his legs. His head leaned downward and his tongue flicked out across the outer edge of her leg, moving downwards. The dirt here was clumped and fresh; she had been on the road, he knew, and recently. As his tongue weaved between her toes and across the sole of Ytha’s feet, he felt new calluses there, soft and flexible still. He would either have to accustom her to walking or get her a horse. His tongue continued upwards along her inner thigh. He could smell the thing, whatever it was, growing closer. Though he did not know why, it excited him, and he felt his breath coming in short bursts. Ytha, too, must have smelled it, for she squirmed underneath him. As his tongue ...