He eats you out

“I…may have learned a few things,” he admits, looking away, his cheeks glowing with humiliation.

“That right?” You lean in close to him. “Well, you should show me.”

He licks his lips nervously. “I…okay. Um. Lie back.”

“Oooh, I love a man who takes charge.” You laugh, leaning back onto the soft moss. He wrings his hands nervously before approaching on his hands and knees. He spreads your legs, baring your bare pussy, you giggling softly as his fingers tickle your sensitive feathers. You gasp as he leans in, feathers brushing his face as he begins to lap at your slit.

“Oh. Ohhhh!” you moan, gripping his head tight with your thighs. “Not hng…bad, Kiev.”

“Th-thanks.”

“Get back in there,” you command, pushing him back down. “You’re not hah! Nearly done yet!”

Dutifully, he resumes, and you must admit, he is indeed good. True, the extent of experience down there amounts to all of what could be done with a tree branch and an overly smooth stone, but no need for him to know that. And my but it is a pleasant change of pace to simply lie back in the moss, letting him dutifully lick you out. You grind against his face, gasping as his tongue teases your erect clit and tenderly caresses it. He strokes your mons, running fingers slicked with your juices along your labia, spreading your moisture around your flaring lips while he tongues your heated depths.

“Oh. Oh!” Sweat beads your brow. You grasp at his head, pulling him deeper as you shake and quiver with pleasure. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop you fucking adventurer!”

He tries to make a reply, but his lips are pressed so deeply against your cunt his words only thrum through you in tantalizing vibrations. You yank him harder against you.

“Ahhhh!” you cry, your voice rising in the throaty notes of sweet song. Your song hits its greatest pitch as you cum, trilling through a high note and echoing through the cave as you come down from your high.

You release him, sagging limply against the wall. Kiev falls back, gasping for air, his face red and slick with your juices, his eyes vacant and distant.

“That…Good job, kid,” you gasp. You lean forward and pull him into a hug, mashing his face against your breasts. He makes no effort to resist, limp in your arms, cushioned by your downy feathers and palm filling breasts. You snuggle up against him, not even bothered by the feeling of your sticky girlcum welding his face against your feathers. It actually feels nice to have someone in your arms. Quite suddenly, you realize you’ve never actually had a chance to hold someone like this. You hug him protectively closer, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You’ve always been alone in the foothills. The only company the odd adventurer, and they only came to kill you. And now…now?

You cuddle against your priest and your eyes grow heavy with exhaustion. It’s been a long day, longer than any you’ve known, and you groan with the thought of tomorrow. You have a lot to do. But as sleep claims you, you know what the first thing to do is decide what to do with your captive.