Chapter 397: The Tongue of a God (R-18)
Brigid’s legs weren’t just hanging—they were hooked over Cassian’s shoulders as his face stayed buried in her bush, his tongue stroking across her folds, licking up the wetness as it came. He savored the taste, teased the spots that made her legs tremble, and kept pressing harder whenever he found one that made her twitch.
His hands roamed freely, shifting from squeezing her thick thighs and stomach folds to groping her breasts. She bit her lip, an arm thrown over her head as she fought to control the rush of sensations running through her body.
Still, a few moans slipped out here and there—just enough to let Cassian know she wasn’t resisting, and that she was enjoying it.
She was—whether her mind admitted it or not. Her body gave her away completely: trembling from the pleasure, nipples stiff as Cassian teased them. That confused her. Normally she had to pretend she was enjoying it, but now she found herself pretending she wasn’t.
’Why?’ she asked herself.
Why act like she wasn’t enjoying this? There was nothing wrong in showing it—nothing wrong in letting the pleasure out. Realizing that, she stopped hiding her face, finally looking down. Cassian’s mischievous eyes met hers as his lips sucked at her folds. Embarrassment burned in her, but instead of covering up, she moved one hand to massage her own breasts, the other pressing against his head, urging him on. A moan spilled from her lips.
"Ahhh... haaa... haaa..."
Relief crashed through her like she had broken free from invisible shackles. For the first time, she let the moans pour out without restraint, a wide smile tugging at her lips. She rubbed and twisted her nipples with abandon while below, Cassian’s tongue worked deeper inside her, her folds tightening around him with every lick.
"Fuck... you’ve got the tongue of a god," she gasped, shoving his head down against her heat. "Reading my body like a holy book..."
Her chest arched high, breasts jutting up as her back bent into the ground, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. She didn’t give a damn about holding back anymore—the moans ripped out of her throat loud and shameless, echoing into the jungle night. Normally that would’ve been reckless, dangerous even, but with her concealment and noise-blocking spell in place, she could scream her lungs out and not worry about a single beast or scout hearing.
That thought only pushed her further. She let herself go. Her thighs trembled around Cassian’s head, her hips bucking against his mouth, chasing the pressure that built and built until it was unbearable. It was nothing like when her own fingers worked her clit in the lonely dark—this was hotter, wetter, sharper. It was her first, the first time someone else had dragged her to the edge instead of herself, and she felt every second of it like fire licking up her veins.
"Cassian... ahhh—ahhhhnnnn!"
She clamped down hard, squeezing his face between her thick thighs, grinding against his tongue as the wave hit. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, spilling over his mouth, coating his lips and chin while she thrashed and moaned without restraint. Her body shook violently, thighs locked around his head as if she never wanted to let him go.
As the last shocks of her orgasm faded, her thighs loosened their grip on Cassian’s head. He pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with her release, and she couldn’t help but smile at him—bright, flushed, still breathless—never breaking eye contact. Cassian crawled up over her, lips trailing across her chest until he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her moan again. Her hands instinctively moved to his head, but he caught them, pinning her wrists above her head with a firm grip.
"Now," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with hunger, "we’re gonna start the real thing. You were so eager for it, weren’t you...?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, heat rushing to her face before she could even answer. His mouth claimed hers in a deep kiss, tongue forcing her to taste herself, her own orgasm smeared between their lips. At the same time her legs spread wider under him, still trembling from the first climax, and a shiver of fear mixed with anticipation ran through her. ’If that wasn’t even the start... then what the hell will the end feel like?’
The thought made her dizzy. For a fleeting second she assumed he’d gone down on her because he couldn’t use his cock—but the weight settling between her thighs told her otherwise. At some point, without her noticing, Cassian had already stripped his pants off.
"What the fuck is that?" she gasped, trying to look down past her hands, her breasts, and the folds of her stomach. Between her pubes-covered, wet folds, there was something so impossibly big she didn’t think a human could have it.
Before she could react, it pressed against her cunt, spreading her folds wide without Cassian needing to guid it with his hands—her wrists still pinned above her head. He shifted, pressing his lips to her exposed armpits, sucking and licking as the stretch and shock ran through her body. Her entire frame trembled from the new, intense sensations.
"Ahhh..." she moaned loudly, her voice raw and uncontrolled.
Brigid’s mind was spinning. ’How is that even possible...?’ she thought, staring down at the sheer length of him as he worked on her armpits and sucked at her tits. Her body was already trembling from the overstimulation, and now she felt the weight of him pressing against her folds.
He pushed slowly, inch by inch, and she felt a surprising resistance. Tight. Too tight for anything she’d felt before—nothing except maybe someone’s arm had ever stretched her like this. And yet, her body betrayed her, spreading wider as he slid deeper, her inner walls clenching instinctively around him, sucking him in with a force she hadn’t expected.
It didn’t hurt—just... intense. His length rubbed against parts of her vagina she didn’t even know existed, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. She hadn’t expected her folds could be so eager, so responsive. And the surprise didn’t stop there—it wasn’t only her mouth that could pull him in; her insides were gripping, sucking him like a second mouth, dragging him in deeper with every twitch of her hips.
Then, without warning, Cassian thrust harder, using the last of his length to drive himself fully inside her. The sudden force caught her off guard; a moan got stuck in her throat and escaped as a raw, guttural grunt. Her body shuddered violently, tightening instinctively around him as he continued to push deeper, testing her in ways she had never imagined.