A buddy on Twitter asked "What if Kazuma had a forked tongue?" I had to find out LOL oop
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"Now." He growls, recovered enough to lift you again and spin you until he has you back on the table. He pulls off your shirt and kisses you, kneading your breasts and lightly drawing his claws over your nipples until he has you panting with desire. He growls low and pushes you back, resuming his attempt to untie the lace of your pants. Eventually he just snaps the string, and leans forward for a rough, but brief kiss. His fingers find the edge of the trousers, and he looks at you for permission. Biting your lip, you nod.
Soon he's sliding them down your hips, the cool air of the chamber on your soaked petals making you gasp. Seizing your wrist he replaces your hand around his horn, pins your other wrist with his tail, and uses his hands behind your knees to spread you for him. Then he lowers his head...
You are desperate, writhing, aching to be filled as he slowly dips his hot tongue inside you. He moans as he draws the separate points of the fork through your folds before settling on the swollen nub and giving a playful flick. He alternates between tormenting the turgid little knot and plunging that tongue deep into you. Soon the teasing is too much and you cry out in frustration, using his horn to pull him closer. With a growl of satisfaction he wraps his lips around the source of your agony and sucks sharply, rapidly flicking his tongue, over and over, until you quicky fall apart. Holding you open as your cries fill the stone chamber. Pushing you past pleasure into something sharper, until you're shaking and crying and trying to push his head away. He continues a few more seconds, his strength irresistible, before finally withdrawing and leaving you a trembling, panting mess.
He gives you a moment to recover, slowly letting your legs down and running his talons down your inner thighs. He licks his lips, eyes fluttering and purring with pleasure at the lingering taste of you. He draws a hand down his chin, collecting the last drops and licking his fingers clean while his eyes burn into your soul. You slowly sit up for a kiss, tasting yourself on the points of his tongue, and reach between his legs to find him rock hard again.
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Some more frail royals from the world of Massà and the Very Long France (ominous)
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ID: A split tongue, each side has a piercing; there's also a labret piercing, medusa piercing; and a stretched septum piercing. In the bottom right corner is text that says @chaiatcalm #calmbodymod. End ID.
Source: chaiatcalm
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