The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 75: Call me husband

My heart was racing.

This felt so erotic, so lewd... He was going to devour me.

Could this get any more erotic?

Fenric slid his hand to my entrance and then touched my clit. I bit my lower lip at the sudden warmth that rushed over me.

Then, he pressed his fingers on my pussy lips, spreading them, as if trying to get a good view of the insides.

"Wife," he called, his eyes glued to my pussy.

He used both hands, both thumbs spread my pussy lips wide and exposed my pulsing insides.

It was as if my pussy was breathing and twitching, just waiting for something... Whatever he was going to do.

Slowly, I began to drip. Thick transparent liquid slowly dripped out of my spread pussy and dropped on his abs, and I trembled.

He was looking so intently, making me feel so exposed.

Ah, aah... Was he only going to stare at it?

I begin to twist a little, as if urging him to carry on with whatever he had in mind and he noticed it.

"Wife is so impatient," he said and then gripped my thighs again, pulling me closer and closing the distance between his face and my pussy.

"You... Are you trying to sniff me down there?" I asked, and he did just that, stuffing his face into my pussy, and I shivered.

This...

"Why not?" He spoke, his hot breath falling on my clit and I trembled even more.

I could feel an electrifying feeling rushing through my body, from my pussy down there to the soles of my feet and the tips of my fingers.

It made me shudder and anticipate more from him.

I tried to brace myself, knowing he was going to lick my pussy but what came next made all my efforts to prepare seem useless. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Even though I prepared, I still felt that bolt of pleasure shoot through me as soon as he sucked my clit.

It felt strange, no good. It felt strangely good, filling me with a feeling that I was still finding myself hard to get familiar with.

"F-fenric..." I called, stuttering as he swiped his tongue over my pussy, causing me to go into an intense, pleasurable shock.

"Call me husband," he said, and then sucked my pussy, as if trying to suck out all that pussy juice till there was nothing left.

But the thing is, the more he sucked, the more juice was formed in my insides.

Then, I felt his tongue slide inside slowly.

"Ack—! That... Your tongue," I grabbed his hand on my waist, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go, and I became a shuddering mess.

His tongue wiggled inside me, feeling me with an unknown sensation. Even when he licked me the previous night, he did not go this far. He did not put his tongue in and now I feel so weird, like my body won’t listen to me anymore.

His tongue was in so deep, exploring my insides and robbing me of the little rationality I had left.

"Fe— husband," I called, thinking that would make him go easy on me but it only made him go harder on me.

He stuck his tongue even deeper, slurping and swallowing. What did he see me as? A Juice box?

He subtly grazed my clit with his teeth, sending jolts all over my body.

I had become a mess and soon, began to focus on the sensation of his tongue inside me.

It was long. Not as long as Damar but it touched places that his fingers didn’t reach.

Then, I wondered what it would be like if it were Damar’s slim and long tongue. Surely, he would go deeper than this, wiggling and exploring like he had found a new nest to settle in.

But I’ll brush that aside for now, I’m with Fenric right now, not Damar, it would be rude to think of another while I was with him.

Then, I began to feel a buildup in my lower belly.

"Hu-husband, I... I think something’s coming." I said, my eyes slightly clearing up as the sensation began to scare me.

"Are you at your limit?" He asked but his words were not too clear because he kept his tongue buried in me.

"Don’t..." I trembled, "Don’t talk with your tongue in me?"

"Wife seems to like it though," he said and I bit my bottom lip.

I just wanted to pull his hair out.

It seems I’ve become a bit sane after feeling that sensation pool up in my belly. I... I have to stop him.

This feels like yesterday. I was too far gone to take any caution when they were fucking me so I didn’t mind squirting all over the ground.

But this time, his mouth was right there.

I... I can’t.

I can’t squirt on his face. My body won’t let me.

"Husband, you have to stop. I... I’ve reached my limit." I said but Fenric grinned.

"Then do it, Wife."

"What?" He still talks with his tongue in my mouth. The way his teeth brush against my clit as he does so makes me even more sensitive down there.

"Cum for me, wife. I’ll gladly swallow it all." He said and my face flushed a bright red.

Why... Why is he saying something like that? Something so lewd.

My body... It keeps reacting to what he says.

"I... I can’t." I said and that was when he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He made sure to grip my waist even tighter, so I wouldn’t run, and then wiggled his tongue even more.

"Ack—! Aah!" My eyes twitched with this sensation clouding me.

No, no, I don’t want to. I can’t...

But the sensation, the very one that felt like I was going to pee, kept edging me at the tip of my clit that he so persistently kept grazing with his teeth.

"I don’t... Mhmmm!" I gripped his hand even harder, and without realizing it, I let out claws that scraped him, but he didn’t budge, as if the scratch I made was nothing more than a cub’s playful scratch.

But he was bleeding from that same scratch he did not budge at.

"Fenric, I... I can’t..." I tried to hold back as much as I could but I couldn’t any longer. "Fenric...!"

My head bobbed backward and my eyes rolled back as well, as my body trembled, as my pussy released a spray of transparent liquid that could be easily mistaken as pee, if not for the color.

My body wouldn’t stop trembling, even as this happened. It jerked and then a stronger flow coursed through me. An orgasm.

Ah, ahh... It feels so good.

The sensation was mind-blowing.

By the time I had stopped panting, I looked down at Fenric, and I found his face wet with my squirt, and he licked his lips, grinning at me.

"That was hot, Wife. Let’s do it again."

This crazy beast... Does he not have a conscience?

And how the hell can he lick his lips with all of that in his face?

He makes me mad, as well as embarrassed, and then... Aroused. Yes, he makes me even more aroused with the way he finds this pleasurable and wants to keep going.