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shireduchess asked: Hey Kris I had a dream where the LI’s were real people or actors or some such and Omen ate me out like nothing else so uh, would you do a girl a favor with a drabble 👀👀👀🙏🏻

drdevorakwrites:

OH.

NSFW

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Omen’s heat is unmatched, his touch a thrill as he runs his hands over her body. Breast and rib, waist and thigh, and with a firm tug she’s dragged to the edge of the bed.

She twists her fingers in the sheets, finding an anchor as he kneels before her, between parted thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders with a smile.

His tail sways elegantly behind him as he concentrates on the task in hand, a trail of reverent kisses pressed to her inner thigh.

He’s finding his way higher, higher, and she writhes beneath him, heels digging into his back as the anticipation threatens to drive her mad. “Omen, please…”

Wide chestnut eyes find her, his gaze brushing over her naked form like a caress. She watches his tongue flicker out to wet his lips, a promise of what’s to come, his cheeks kissed a charming pink.

He holds her steady, his breath warm against the wet that settles between her thighs as he leans in, and he’s unfairly close, close enough to touch and taste.

His tongue is a revelation when he finally puts her out of her misery, a helpless whimper rolling off her tongue as he licks her, pausing and pressing as he reaches that tight bundle of nerves.

She stifles the ragged noises that pour from her throat against her knuckles, and Omen finds a perfect rhythm, pressing long fingers inside, curling them.

He smiles against her when she breathes his name, groans when she winds her fingers into his silky hair, worn loose over his shoulders in times like this.

Just how she likes it.

His name melts into a plea, a gasping, desperate thing as he presses his face closer, tongue moving deeper in tandem with the fingers that beckon inside her, playing her like a song.

Her hips buck against his mouth, burn in the depths of her stomach. The threat of release barrelling closer, full speed under the unrelenting swipe of his tongue.

Her fingers tighten in her hair, and Omen shamelessly ruts against the mattress as she comes.

The sound of her, the rush of wetness that hits his tongue, all of it too much, too fast.

There’s a brief moment of disappointment as he pulls away, her toes still curled as he crawls closer, wiping the traces of her from his chin.

She gathers herself, still panting as she reaches for the buttons of his tented trousers, his tail curling around her wrist, an encouraging squeeze.

They laugh against one another’s lips, breathless from a kiss where all she can taste is herself upon his tongue.

  86   Sep 14, 2018
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