Chapter 263

Daphne

Finally, I couldn’t for the life of me get off. This heat in my body has been getting worse with each passing hour, and I don’t like how helpless I feel, how I’m a slave to my own desires. The need courses through my veins, a relentless fire that leaves me restless and aching.

I lean back against the headboard, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to regain some semblance of control.

Her fingers never stop their relentless rhythm, circling my clit, teasing my outer folds. I can feel my release building, a wave crashing over me, and I cry out her name as I come undone, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

Finally, I get my first release of the day, and I exhale, getting my senses back a bit. The tension in my body eases, replaced by a warm, satisfied feeling. I blink open my eyes and look at my bunny.

"Sorry," I say, my voice still husky with residual desire.

"What? No," she replies, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

"I don’t often get this chance to please you, so I’m happy." She brings her fingers to her lips and licks them slowly, making eye contact with me the entire time.

My brain stops. Who taught my bunny such dirty behavior? Oh wait, I did.

"Want to test the famous libido of longears? Because I’m in my heart right now, let’s see how long we can last," I challenge, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Her ears twitch, a sign of her growing excitement and determination. "Don’t give up on me," she says, her voice filled with cocky confidence.

I smile a full smile, canines and all, and she sits up straight, her ears perking up in alarm. Much better.

***

Nima

Longears are herbivores like most prey. Not today, though.

Today I’m eating meat.

I continue to suck and lick, with Daphne’s hand in my hair, tugging roughly, grinding her hips against my mouth. The taste of her, the feel of her, it’s intoxicating. I can feel her arousal, her need, and it fuels my own desire.

I don’t know how long we’ve been at it. Time has lost all meaning, replaced by the relentless rhythm of pleasure. We’ve taken turns, switched positions, done literally everything.

For some reason, it seems like her arousal has triggered mine. It’s as if our bodies are in sync, responding to each other in ways I never imagined.

I mean, they did say, in partners, it happens. But that’s usually with male partners, so that at the end of the heat, the female gets pregnant. Clearly, no one is getting pregnant here. Well, our bodies will try anyway.

Daphne’s moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on. I can feel her body tensing, her release building, and I redouble my efforts, my tongue circling her clit, my fingers teasing her outer lips.

I can feel her body tensing, her release building, and I redouble my efforts, my tongue circling her clit, my fingers teasing her outer folds.

Just as well as she knows my body, I know hers. Every gasp, every shudder, every subtle shift of her hips—it’s all a language I’ve learned to read with perfect clarity.

She holds my head against her, as if she’s scared I’ll move, but nothing could tear me away from her right now. I’m lost in the rhythm of her pleasure, the taste of her arousal, the sound of her moans and groans.

I increase the pressure, my fingers moving in a steady rhythm, circling her clit, teasing her outer folds.

Daphne’s body shudders, her release crashing over her in waves. I drink like I’m some thirsty camel beastman in a desert.

As I come up for air, I don’t get the time to feel cocky because, honestly, I don’t know how many times I’ve made her release.

Me. I didn’t even know I had it in me.

Before I can catch my breath, I’m dragged up, my body lifted and positioned so that I’m sitting on her face. Daphne’s strong hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as she begins to feast.

The first long drag of her tongue sends my eyes rolling back, a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain crashing over me.

I need to hold something, to anchor myself in this storm of sensation. My hands find the headboard, and I hold on for dear life as Daphne’s skilled tongue and lips work their magic, no matter how I’ve improved I’m afraid I would never be on par with her.

That’s okay, she’s had literal decades to practice, the thought makes me jealous, but when I think it’s all my past lives I calm down.

In my next life too probably. I wonder how many times, she’s done this? I stop thinking when her tongue, enters me.

Heaven.

The jealousy is a fleeting spark, instantly doused by the gasoline of pure pleasure. Her tongue isn’t just entering me; it’s claiming me. It curls and strokes, finding a spot so deep and sensitive that my vision blurs.

My knuckles are white where I grip the headboard, the polished wood the only solid thing in a universe that has dissolved into pure feeling.

My hips buck against her mouth, with desperate uncontrollable movements.

She meets my every move with a low growl of approval that vibrates through my core, making my inner muscles clench.

Her hands, those strong, wonderful hands, tighten on my thighs, holding me open, holding me still for her to feast upon. Her claws on my thighs are probably drawing blood, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.

There’s no escape. I don’t want one.

The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my own ragged gasps and the frantic pounding of blood in my ears. I’m so close, teetering on the very edge.

Then, she does something new. She purrs.

Purrs.

The low, constant vibration is the final push. The coil inside me snaps. A scream tears from my throat , I’m sure the whole academy heard it, my body arches like a bow, jerking and staking violently.