Red/herm/mouth

“You say you’re spicy. We’ll see about that. The hermaphrodite pred said to the redhead prey. They grabbed the redhead by the wrists and shoved her hands into their mouth.

The redhead did not resist, relying as always on her natural spiciness. She let the pred work down her arms. She didn’t like it but was used to this part now.

The hermaphrodite pred got down to her head between her arms, in just a few gulps. Their prey was not kidding about her spiciness; there was a tingle on their tongue that was working down their throat. It was like swallowing hot sauce. It got too much for them and they stopped. Pulling the redhead’s hands out of their mouth.

“I need some milk.” they gasped as they pulled the redhead free. “I’m not trying a redhead again. Not my favourite flavour.” They added.

“I told you I’m spicy. That’s one more Pred that couldn’t take the heat.” The Redhead boasted, whipping her face of drool.