God Is A Woman Pt 02

"You may begin."

Jack steeled himself before taking the fleshly pole and slipping the tip past his lips. He noticed the owner took a gasping breath when she felt his bold action.

Valentine started to breathe deeply when she saw Jack close his eyes and bobbed his head around the tip of her member. She reached out and cradled the back of his head, guiding him.

In this position as consort, it was his job to satisfy Valentine to the best of his ability. Jack feared the consequences should he fail that job. So, he set to work.

Jack wasn't educated or experienced on the oral pleasures, but he did have an idea of what he liked. He hollowed out his cheeks and narrowed his lips like a fish. He used his tongue to cover his lower row of teeth and angled the tip of his tongue upward, stimulating the underside of Valentine's cock.

His worship assaulted his tastebuds with a slight taste of salt and sweat. He suddenly felt empathy for all the women he laid with that worshipped him, especially if he was adamant that they did.

A sharp intake of air was Valentine's response to Jack's worship. It was hard to think for the war goddess when she felt her new consort's lips and tongue. He must have had experience. Being able to churn the flames of pleasure in another takes a mixture of passion, enthusiasm, and most importantly skill and experience. Yet, with closed eyes, Valentine enjoyed Jack absolutely stoking and agitating those flames.

"Gods above," Valentine's voice was a growl, purr, and whisper all at once.

Jack allowed her member to pop from lips. With his doe eyes boring into hers, Jack kiss and sucked along her length towards the cleft between the base and her pouch. He heard an inhuman snarl when his lips and tongue played within that cleft while he kept his right hand on her crown with a corkscrew stroking grip.

The intense stimulation on both ends had Valentine's blood become magma. Her nostrils worked air in and out with her fanged teeth in a snarl.

Her head tilted back, blonde dreadlocks dangling off the edge when Valentine felt Jack use lips to suck and tug her full purse with his damned grip still firmly attached to the bulbous cap. The cheeky kitten even massaged the underside the cap.

Valentine mewled in delight at the boy's aptitude. Despite her purse being more than a handful—literally—he still managed to charm her towards her peak.

Jack moved back towards her burgundy crown. The boy used his thumb and forefingers to cup her base and purse firmly together. He narrowed his lips only on her crown. The effect of this was a meager taste of her honey, a combination of salt and alkaline.

The boy felt Valentine's hand push him forward. A foot length of her lance meant he could only hold down so much of it. He gagged and choked feeling her crown go past than what his gag reflex would have.

Seeing the limitations of his throat didn't stop the goddess from exercising said throat. Three inches; the length of his index finger of one were being semantic.

But Jack didn't need the skill to short circuit her brain. He just needed to hit the pressure points that would reduce her to a puddle of overstimulation.

And that he did. Jack worked with gusto, passion, and fire. Valentine's muscled legs were clenched and flexed, feeling Jack's lips attack her sensitive spots. He switched back and forth between his lips and tongue, mouth and hands, phallus and testes. The bobbing along her shaft became fast when Jack tightened his lips as his mouth could allow.

Valentine gazed deeply into Jack's eyes. He was almost there. Her peak boiling and bubbling, courtesy of Jack. With a growl, Valentine sped up Jack's worship with a hand.

Jack mentally prepped himself for the popping of champagne. Her steeled her lance—as if possible—hardened even more. He even felt her virile purse push up to her base, the wrinkled skin still with a slight droop.

Valentine's eyes closed when she felt her eruption creep slowly towards her, the tension made her bare her fangs.

The eruption rocked her like a tsunami. Her toes curled with her bucking hips. Jack's eyes bugged out when Valentine's lance showered his mouth and throat with large bursts—not spurts. He equated the amount of Valentine's release to be that of a water bottle as he swallowed and swallowed. His tongue was assaulted with an unpleasant tart and briny taste. One burst hit the back of his throat and forced the boy to retch a little down his chin.

For fifteen seconds Valentine experienced the euphoric madness as Jack continued his vinegary and briny meal. Jack did his best to swallow Valentine's gooey honey, his lips still bobbing around her member's crown.

Jack counted twenty seconds when Valentine started coming down from her explosive high. The serpentine trunk and her salty butter flowed and flowed that his mind gave him images of horses.

When he felt the goddess's shaft calm Jack sopped at it a couple more times, cleaning the spilt acrid cream from it. This elicited a gasp from the sensitive, overstimulated warrior goddess.

Valentine slumped with deep breaths from a weary smile. "Wow, kitten, you... are a treasure."

The war goddess leaned forward a little bit and with a thumb took a dollop of her mess from Jack's jawline and fed it to Jack's lips. "With your level of enthusiasm, you will make my bed utopian, my feline."

With disappointment in his eyes, Jack didn't fight the reflex of his throat, swallowing his mistress's seed.

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Hey all so thanks for the feedback I really appreciate it. Btw give me feedback on my sex scenes, not sure if they are amazing as I think. Since I didn't see any negative feedback I'll just go ahead and write around a story these characters.