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Anissa cried out, her fingers tangling in the fur on my arms. I licked and sucked at her tender flesh, reveling in her sounds of pleasure. The evidence of how well I was pleasing my Kekasih.

I continued to worship her body with my mouth, moving from one breast to the other. Anissa's reactions were intoxicating, fueling my desire for her. I could feel my shaft fully emerge, throbbing with need.

But I would not rush this moment. I wanted to cherish every second of our first union. I had waited so long, never thinking this moment would come. Nothing would keep me from basking in every moment of her pleasure.

I wrapped my hands around Anissa’s ribcage to lift her closer to my mouth. She cried out, her thighs spreading on either side of my hips as she clung to me.

“Please, Muram!” she gasped.

Her hips rolled against my belly and I could feel the feverish heat just beneath her clothes. With a final lick, I pulled away and looked up at her face. She was flushed with pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with desire.

"How are you feeling, my love?" I asked softly.

Anissa took a shuddering breath. “I want more of you,” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed.

I kissed her in the valley between her breasts and lay her down in the center of our soft bedding. I stroked my fingertips down her belly to the waist of her pants. I looked at her face to see her staring between my legs in clear fascination. I glanced down at myself.

My ridges were already raised, precome drooling from my pointed tip. Anissa reached down to touch me. I hissed at the light drag of her fingertips over each sensitive ridge and the valley of slick flesh in between. She slowly raised her hand to her lips and hesitantly licked.

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Anissa

I considered the taste. Salty and vaguely sweet. I licked my hand clean and looked up to see Muram watching me. His lips were parted enough to show a hint of his sharp canines and he was panting. His eyes were dark and hungry, but I was not afraid. Some might look at him as a monster, but not me.

I reached down between us to unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. I gently took one of his hands and slid it down the front of my pants, biting my bottom lip when his fingers found the hot slickness of my farji. One thick finger slipped between my folds, the rough texture making me arch in pleasure.

Muram dropped into a crouch over me. His knees settled between mine, keeping my thighs parted as he carefully explored. His free hand landed beside my head, close enough that I turned my head to kiss his thumb. He smiled and nuzzled the side of my breast before looking back down to watch his hand moving between my legs.

His finger slid up and down my slit, dragging slickness from my entrance to my throbbing nub. He crooked his finger and I felt every ridge of his fingerprint. My thighs trembled at the shock of pleasure and I grabbed his shoulders.

Muram's eyes flicked up to meet mine, desire burning bright in their depths. His finger continued to move, circling my sensitive nub before slipping back down to ease inside me. I cried out at the sensation, my hips bucking up to meet his hand. My body slowly gave way for his thick finger.

Muram growled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I frantically struggled to push my pants down, needing more of him. All of him. Muram moved his hand, casually curling his tongue around his slick finger as I shoved my pants and underwear down my thighs and off.

“More!” I gasped.

Muram gripped my thighs in his large hands and spread them wide. He settled on his belly and his short muzzle dragged over my inner thigh before he lipped at my damp folds. He spread me with his thumbs and licked into me. I tensed, my breath frozen in my chest at the gut punch of pleasure.

He did not pause. He licked at me hungrily. Loud and messy, bathing every inch of my farji with his tongue. I gripped handfuls of the bedding, trying and failing to hold back my cries.

Muram's groans of pleasure vibrated against my sensitive skin as he devoured me. His tongue dipped inside me, sliding deep and spreading my tight farji. One of his thumbs slipped and grazed my throbbing clit. I sobbed when I came, my inner muscles fluttered around his thrusting tongue.

“Muram,” I moaned.

He looked up at me, his eyes glowing with a fierce hunger. "Yes, my love," he urged, his voice guttural. "Take your pleasure."

He slipped two thick fingers deep inside my clenching heat and fluttered his tongue against my sensitive clit. I gasped for breath, not prepared for the wave I could feel cresting again. I cried out, helplessly bucking my hips against his face as he urged me on. I came hard, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers as I screamed his name.

I was still shaking when he dragged me under him. I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, desire making me bold. His fur was soft on my inner thighs as he positioned his shaft at my entrance and paused. Our eyes met, and for a brief moment the hunger faded and we gazed at each other.

“Take me,” I murmured. “I’m ready.”

He jerked his head in a nod, and his thick shaft began to spread me open. He was far larger than two fingers. I panted, struggling to relax even as I trembled at the overwhelming stretch. Muram's eyes never left mine as he pushed deeper, his shaft inching its way into my slick heat. I could feel every ridge and bump of his length, and I could not help but moan as he filled me.

Once he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, letting us both adjust to the new sensation. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, his tongue slipping out to taste me once more.