Amber Deen Leska

  Amber Deen watched Blanchette sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of her.

  Blanchette cocked her head to the side as she raised a brow. “Rhgoarr?”

  “You know what I’m talking about,” Deen said. “This… isn’t eating me out.” Her harried breathing had returned to normal. Fatigue left her body, though the mental exhaustion from climaxing hard for the second time tonight still fogged up her brain. Part of her wanted to sleep, but she willed herself to stay awake. The night wasn’t over yet. “Keep your promise, Erind. I’m going to keep bugging you about it until you do.”

  Blanchette pointed at the spot between Deen’s legs. Her shorts were soaked.

  “Yeah, I came. So what? That wasn’t our deal. You have to eat me out. And the additional condition is that you’ll transform into Blanchette for it.”

  Blanchette next pointed at the wall.

  “Oh, your mom’s room. I know we’ve been a bit… noisy. But she hasn’t visited us. Either she’s already asleep or she’s ignoring the weird sounds we’re making here. If your mom won’t bring up our possible suspicious activities, then everything’s fine. I have no issues with what she thinks of me as long as she pretends that nothing is going on.”

  “Grrooah?”

  “If she does, then… I’ll throw myself off this building rather than live with the embarrassment. In any case, she’s your mother. It’s worse for you than it’s for—Uh, what’re you doing?”

  Blanchette scooted to Deen’s lower part. She hooked her claws on the top of Deen’s shorts and pulled them down in one go. Cool air hit Deen’s legs and her wet panties, making them a bit uncomfortable. Blanchette straddled her legs.

  “Thanks for putting up with my horniness, Erind,” Deen said, her heart starting to beat faster. Getting undressed turned her on, and she felt her exposed nipples harden once again.

  Blanchette giggled and snorted. “Rhargh hroaroo…”

  Deen frowned, understanding her best friend’s tone. “What’s so funny? Is it because I used the word ‘horniness’? True, it isn’t on brand for me. I haven’t spoken that word, in like, ever. Oh, before I forget—you have to buy me a new shirt.” She nodded down at her ripped clothes.

  “Hroarr ghroa?” Blanchette did that ear flopping thing again. Pretty cute.

  “Yeah, we have to go shopping.” Deen sat up and bopped Blanchette’s nose with her own. “Now, what are we going to do next? Hey!”

  Blanchette pushed Deen back down on the bed. Bending over her, Blanchette took possession of Deen’s left nipple, licking it softly, tracing the edge of Deen’s areolas before returning to the middle. Gradually, Blanchette increased the intensity, pressing her tongue on points of Deen’s breast.

  Deen groaned with unbridled pleasure. She imagined that Blanchette’s mouth was far, far lower on her body. That serpentine tongue would soon claim her. But she was fine with it, slobbering her breasts for now, painting them with the hot and musky saliva of a monster. Blanchette alternated giving attention to her nipples.

  Then, Blanchette did something unexpected. With her tongue, Blanchette flicked Deen’s right nipple against her sharp teeth. She followed it up with a nibble, squeezing the nipple between her fangs.

  “Oh… my fucking god,” Deen muttered with clenched jaws. She tensed from shivers of pleasure consuming her body.

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  If someone told her before that she’d get off on a monster biting her breasts, she’d call them crazy. But here she was, and her nipples were as erect as they could be. She didn't even know this was possible. Her heart was about to burst out of her tightening chest.

  A finger lightly caressed Deen’s panties, pushing her to almost scream. She covered her face with a pillow to muffle any sound she’d make.

  Deen whimpered as she felt Blanchette’s fingers rub against her burning mound. A sharp claw traced the damp valley in the middle of it, made obvious through the wet white satin fabric of her panties. Deen shouted into the pillow as the claw poked her most excited part.

  The finger wormed its way under her panties, probing her vulnerabilities until it touched wet and hungry softness. Burst after burst of intense delight radiated from the point of contact.

  That’s a claw, right there! Deen jolted at the realization. Removing the pillow covering her, she hissed at Blanchette, “Stop! I… I don’t think I can take a claw inside me. It’s too much.”

  She paused, feeling a pang of regret. But she should learn to create boundaries before her sexual desires get out of hand. She shouldn’t want such a dangerous object inside her. Stop getting used to pain, or she’d become a degenerate, as Erind constantly accused her.

  “Just your tongue, please…” Deen softly said, staring at Blanchette’s predator eyes.

  Blanchette got off of Deen’s legs. She hooked her claw into Deen’s panties and tore them down the middle before Deen could react.

  “You… You have to buy me lingerie too,” Deen said with much effort. Her heart was ferociously drumming inside her.

  Blanchette grabbed Deen’s shoulders and flipped her over, face on the blanket. Then Blanchette held Deen’s hips and pulled her up, about a foot off the bed. Deen propped herself on her hands and knees.

  “Do you want me in this position?” Deen asked, holding still as Blanchette pulled away the remnants of her shirt and panties. Deen was soon completely naked, on all fours like an animal.

  Deen’s mind went wild with anticipation as Blanchette positioned behind her. This was really going to happen!

  “Blanchette!” Deen squealed as she felt the rough tongue caress the curve of her butt. A small part of her mind prayed that Erind’s mom wouldn’t wake up. Deen placed a pillow below her and planted her face on it. She knew she’d scream a whole lot more. Since she lowered her head, her butt naturally raised.

  Warm…

  Blanchette’s breath was warm. Deen squirmed when she realized that Blanchette could smell her most precious place. Deen was a bit ashamed of the aroma of her arousal, turning her on even further—her mind started to shift out of focus as she continuously moaned into the pillow.

  Blanchette’s tongue was also warm. Very warm, almost burning hot, as she slathered Deen’s behind with saliva.

  Even warmer was the saliva drooling from Blanchette’s mouth and drizzling between Deen’s butt cheeks. The rolling liquid mingled with Deen’s own stickiness.

  After several seconds, Blanchette suddenly pushed her tongue into the entrance of Deen’s burning mound of desire.

  Deen gasped in shock. Oh! I thought she’d only lick me!

  But Deen didn’t complain. She kept muttering ‘Blanchette’, using the last bit of sanity to force herself to keep her voice down. The pillow helped muffle her voice. She savored herself getting stretched as the tongue burrowed deep. The fullness inside her made her knees buckle as yet another climax came. Her body quaked hard.

  She was about to slump down, but Blanchette held her lower end up. Blanchette’s invading tongue swirled inside Deen to gather nectar before sliding back out.

  Deen turned to her side and managed to say, “Put it… back in…”

  Blanchette complied, stabbing her tongue inside Deen, deeper than ever.

  Deen felt her fleshy insides give way to accommodate Blanchette's probing tongue. Deen fell back down again, moaning into the pillow. The sopping wet sounds of Blanchette’s frantic licking were what pushed Deen over the edge. She bit the pillow as another tsunami of pleasure washed over her. She tightened around Blanchette's tongue and trembled for several seconds.

  She had cum again.

  Then she passed out.

  When Deen came to, she opened her eyes and found herself dressed and fresh. Erind was rummaging in her closet for new linens.

  “Oh, you’re awake,” Erind said, looking over your shoulder. “I’m cleaning up after the mess you made. Did you have fun?”

  “A lot,” Deen said, smiling weakly. “Thank you so much.” She couldn’t believe how lucky she was with Erind. She’d make sure what they had going on in Vegas wasn’t going to end here.