He jumps, his heart racing in his chest, but he can’t look away from those enchanting eyes. His body straining, he drives into her as hard as he can. “Swallow.” Her voice is low but offers no room for disobedience. “Oh, how can I be so cruel to neglect your needs?” She moves along his shaft, ever so slowly drawing him out until just his head remains within her, then slowly back down until he is hilted. He feels her hot, soft tongue running up his leg. “You humans are stubborn. “Tell me, human, have you ever heard of a Weregem?” She opens the box, showing him a round little clear marble as she drew up near him. Barefoot, with nothing but a loin cloth, he shivers as he moves along. He looks up to her, sees her eyes closed, a look of contentment on her face as she strokes lightly at her breast.
