Chapter 8: Sixty-nine (2)
Stefan’s POV
I expected her to choke.
Every woman I had ever been with hit a limit eventually, gagging, pulling back, apologizing with watery eyes as if they had failed some sacred duty.
But this woman?
This beastwoman took every thick inch of my cock down her virgin throat and simply held me there.
Her lips stretched wide around the base, throat convulsing hot and tight around my shaft in instinctive swallows. Her tongue lay flat and heavy underneath me, warm and unmoving, just cradling my cock like it belonged buried inside her
I almost laughed. Before I could, I realized how good it actually felt, how the stillness of it, the sheer warmth and grip of her mouth doing absolutely nothing except holding me, was somehow driving me crazier than if she had known exactly what she was doing.
A low groan tore out of me. The pressure of her inexperienced throat gripping me so obediently was better than any practiced technique I’d ever felt.
"Fuck... just like that," I growled, my voice already wrecked. "Don’t move. Just keep me deep in your throat like a good little beast."
She made a low, rumbling sound deep in her chest - not a moan, but something primal, a vibrating growl that rolled through her throat and straight into my cock. The sensation made my balls tighten instantly.
I kept the pace slow, controlled, working myself in and out of the tight, wet heat of her mouth while she stayed perfectly still, letting me use her exactly how I wanted. No gag, no resistance, no hesitation, just patient stillness that had my whole body wound tight in minutes.
"Fuck," I groaned, my hips twitching forward on instinct. "How the hell are you doing that?"
She couldn’t answer, obviously, not with my cock buried that deep in her throat. She just moaned around it instead, low and muffled, the vibration of it shooting straight up my spine.
I reached for the massage oil again and poured some into my palm, then returned my hands to her firm ass- squeezing, kneading. I spread her cheeks wide, exposing her dripping cunt completely.
"Such a pretty, needy little pussy," I muttered, leaning down.
Her brain might not know what was going on, but her body surely did because she was soaked, glistening and the scent of her was rich and sweet. I dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her, and felt her thighs tremble around my head.
"Fuck, you taste good," I murmured against her folds before diving back in. Then I gave one cheek a light smack, mostly just to see what she would do.
She choked on my cock, the sound coming out rough yet she still managed to swallow me down even further like the smack only made her hungrier for it.
"Damn, you’re filthy for someone who has never done this before in her life," I muttered against her wet folds, smirking through the pleasure building fast in my gut.
Jonquil’s powerful thighs twitched around my head. Her hips rolled up greedily, pushing her cunt against my mouth as I devoured her. I licked deeper, tongue-fucking her slick channel while my nose rubbed against her clit. Then I pulled back, spat on her pussy, and shoved two thick fingers inside her without warning.
She clenched hard around my cock, her inner walls rippling and squeezing like she was trying to pull me deeper. That same low, animal rumble vibrated through her body again - deeper, throatier than any human moan. It wasn’t delicate or feminine. It was raw, beastly, and it made my cock throb violently in her throat.
"Feel that?" I said, voice muffled against her pussy. "Now... drag your tongue along the underside of what in your mouth. Slow. Use that pretty tongue of yours like you’re tasting something you’ve wanted for years."
Jonquil obeyed without hesitation. Her hot, broad tongue slid out and dragged heavily from the base of my shaft all the way to the head slowly, exploring me like a curious animal. The wet, sloppy glide made my eyes roll back and my toes curled.
"Fuck - yes. Again. Harder with the head this time."
She did it again, pressing the firm tip of her tongue right against the sensitive spot under the head, licking and teasing with unpracticed but enthusiastic strokes. Her throat still squeezed around me the whole time.
"Good girl. Continue like that. Don’t stop." I groaned, rewarding her with faster circles around her clit.
I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it hard with my tongue while I pumped my fingers in and out of her, stretching her, using her. Her hips bucked wildly, chasing every thrust. Another deep, guttural rumble-purr rolled out of her, vibrating deliciously around my cock.
I pulled my fingers out, spread her open, and spat on her again before diving back in with my tongue, licking and sucking noisily while my slick fingers circled her clit.
Jonquil grew bolder with each pass, her tongue exploring me more confidently while her throat still held me deep. The combination of her hot, tight throat and that eager, inexperienced licking was driving me insane.
"Now suck it," I instructed even though my voice was strained. "Gentle at first - hollow your cheeks and suck while you move your tongue."
She did exactly what I had instructed.
The sudden wet suction combined with her eager tongue nearly made me lose control. She was clumsy, unpracticed, but so fucking willing - sucking me like she wanted to memorize every inch, every vein, every reaction she could pull from me.
I fucked her mouth deeper, using her throat while I devoured her cunt - sucking hard on her clit, fingering her roughly, coating my face in her slick juices.
Her beastly sounds grew louder; low growls, deep chesty rumbles, and sharp, breathy whines that vibrated straight through my cock and balls. She wasn’t moaning like a human woman. This was primal, hungry, almost feral.
Every time I curled my fingers against that perfect spot inside her or sucked her clit just right, she let out another rumbling growl that made my spine tingle.
I could feel her enjoying it well. Her thighs shook, her cunt fluttered and clenched around my fingers, and her tongue grew sloppier, more desperate on my cock.
The pleasure built fast - too fast. Her obedience, her raw hunger despite zero experience, the way her beast nature seemed to make her crave this without shame... it was overwhelming.
"Oh fuck - Jonquil!"
I came hard, spilling deep down her throat with a broken groan. My lips tightened around her clit as I rode it out, sucking and licking frantically until her thighs clamped around my head and she shattered too, her whole body seizing as a deep, vibrating roar-like growl tore out of her, muffled around my cock. Her pussy gushed against my tongue, hot and sweet, and I drank every bit of it.
I stayed buried in her mouth until the last pulse, then slowly pulled out, chest heaving. I sat up, my ass resting on the soft swell of her breasts, then I looked around to look at her.
Jonquil swallowed every drop without hesitation. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes bright with lust as she licked them clean. Not a single flinch. Not a trace of discomfort.
I stared down at her, genuinely impressed despite the exhaustion settling into every muscle I had left. "Damn."
She looked up at me, lips still parted slightly, breathing hard but steady. "Why have we stopped?"
I blinked. "What?"
"We should continue." She said it plainly, like stopping had been the strange decision, not continuing.
She didn’t give me long to recover.
Before I could even catch my breath properly, she grabbed my hips and pulled me right back down onto her face, mouth already open, waiting.
My cock stood up instantly, no hesitation at all, like my own body had already decided it didn’t care about anything else happening on this planet.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, the General’s countdown was still ticking. Ten hours. Nine, maybe, by now.
I thought about getting up. I thought about it for exactly half a second.
Then Jonquil’s mouth wrapped around me again, and the thought disappeared completely.
