Maybe something a little more... exotic? Epilogue part 2

The sensation of a tongue squeezing around yours from both sides with a spicy sting, not quite unlike the kind from a chili pepper, on your lips, coupled with the soft fluffy, almost velvety dampness at your fingertips, held securely in place by thick, warm, powerful thighs, is so foreign, so different, so interesting, and so damned good.

"Ha...ha... he does know what he's doing..." the lapine coos, mushing her breast into the side of your face. You very briefly consider doing something about that, but much like their names, you'll get to it soon enough. Melding a few fingers together, you lap at her nethers, and can taste her exquisite juices as they drip free. "Ooh! I think we're the ones getting the better end of the deal here."

Breaking away, the lamia wraps her tongue all over your cheek and up to tickle the inside of your ear. "I think that the deal was a ruse, and this was what the human wanted."

The tickle in your ear canal and the threat of her fangs right next to your neck is exhilarating. With your free hand, you slide it down the lamia's side, and right at where her hips would be, soft skin seamlessly melds into supple but firm scale. The contrast in texture at your thumb and pinky is confusing, wonderfully so, as you grab onto what would pass as a butt cheek. The firm muscle yields to your fingers slightly, and the scales scratch at them. You smile at the lamia, who still hasn't opened her eyes, smiles back, before slithering down and taking your hard cock into her mouth.

Moaning slightly, you turn your head and shift your attention to the other hard thing that has been throbbing against your wrist. It's not a dick as you know it, but the lapine's massive engorged clit could pass for one. Curling your finger-tongue inside her, you pull her up and a little closer to you, so that she's kneeling on one leg on your desk with her crotch right in front of you.

You would usually never entertain this thought, but given that it's not one, you merely shrug to yourself and do to her as the lamia is doing to you. You bob your head awkwardly, trying to imitate how your thralls usually do it to you, and it seems to be working. Your long-limbed partner squeals loudly and her fingers grip tightly onto your scalp. "I, I, I, I, don't care...", she groans, her eye and ears twitching sporadically. "Get a bit more tongue in there, huma-Yes...yes, yes, yes, yes, that's good. That's a good human..."

The sounds of slurping, soft moaning, and slight instruction go on for a couple of minutes when, with a long unraveling lick, the lamia pulls away and complains that she's feeling a little left out. Coiling her lower half around your legs, she sidles up your body, and wrenches your head away from the lapine's groin, demanding that you fix that problem.

Now.