Feeding that hungry mouth

Varesa stared at the cream-coated cock for a long moment, still chewing the last of her cake.

New flavors had always been her weakness. She could not remember ever tasting “cakecock” before. Reluctantly she set her plate aside, leaned forward on her hands and knees between Aether’s spread thighs, and gave the buttercream stripe an experimental lick.

Sweet. Rich. Familiar frosting mixed with the warmer, saltier taste underneath.

She took the head into her mouth.

At first her focus stayed almost entirely on the cream. She licked and sucked it off in long, thorough passes, humming softly the way she did when sampling a new preserve. Lisa, smiling, simply reapplied fresh dollops of buttercream whenever Varesa cleared a section — along the shaft, around the ridge, a thick smear across the tip — keeping the sweet incentive constantly renewed.

Varesa’s body remembered the rest on its own.

Her heavy, meaty lips formed a perfect seal. Drool welled up almost immediately, thick and endless, turning the blowjob obscenely wet within seconds. She took him deeper with each pass, throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing, the wet gluck and schlick of her mouth filling the barn. Saliva ran down his shaft in shiny ropes, dripped from her chin onto her bare breasts, and pooled between her knees on the barn floor. She sucked like she was trying to extract every trace of flavor, tongue working in broad, greedy strokes, occasional soft moans vibrating around him whenever she found a particularly interesting combination of cream and skin.

Aether’s hands settled in her hair. The rest of the pride watched in open appreciation as The Starving Hole treated his cock like the best new dish she had tasted all year.

When he finally came it was hard and heavy.

Thick ropes flooded her throat in long pulses. Varesa swallowed on instinct — once, twice, three times — draining him completely without spilling a single drop. She kept her lips sealed around the head until the last tremor passed, then slowly pulled back, tongue sweeping the tip clean.

She froze.

Her eyes widened. She licked her lips once, carefully, and then again.

“…That’s my fruit,” she whispered, almost accusing. “The late-season melons. The berries from the south rows. You ate so many today that… it’s in you.”

The realization hit her like a second dessert.

Before anyone could react she dropped her mouth back onto him with sudden, single-minded hunger. No more cream needed. She sucked harder, deeper, wetter, chasing the lingering taste of her own orchard in his cum. Her head bobbed in long, relentless strokes, drool pouring freely, soft desperate sounds escaping around his cock as she tried to pull another load out of him by pure force of appetite.

Varesa’s mouth turned into a trap.

What had started as curious, cream-focused tasting snapped into something eager and nearly desperate. Her hands locked around Aether’s hips with that same casual, terrifying strength she used to move orchard crates. He felt the difference immediately — there was no pulling away. Her grip made it clear that escape was not an option. The wet, airtight seal of her lips and the powerful suction behind them turned her mouth into a living vacuum he could not break even if he tried.

She had no gag reflex and she used that fact without mercy.

Varesa pushed forward until her nose pressed against his stomach, throat opening in a long, rippling swallow that took every inch. She held him there, humming, then drew back only to plunge down again in deep, rhythmic strokes that made her neck bulge. The inside of her mouth and throat felt softer and tighter than most cunts he had fucked — velvet heat, constant motion, endless drool lubricating every thrust of her head. She varied the pressure expertly: hard suction on the upstroke, a fluttering ripple of her throat muscles on the downstroke, occasional long pauses with him buried to the root while she simply swallowed around him.

Her tongue was just as busy.

Whenever she drew back far enough she curled the tip under his balls, licking and pressing in slow, wet circles, then took him deep again so the dual sensation never stopped. At one point she reached up, caught his wrists, and deliberately set both of his hands onto the smooth curves of her horns, silently telling him he could steer. Aether’s fingers tightened around them. She moaned in open encouragement when he used the grip to fuck her throat in short, controlled thrusts.

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All of it was in service of one clear goal.

She wanted more of that cum.

The first seed that had ever tasted genuinely good to her — sweet with the fruit of her own orchard — had flipped a switch that years of ordinary sex had never touched. Varesa sucked like a woman chasing the best meal of her life, eyes half-lidded with focus, saliva pouring down her chin and breasts in shiny ropes.

She did not notice the other change happening lower.

Between her spread knees a dark, growing pool of her own arousal slowly spread across the barn floor. Her bare pussy, completely forgotten under the tiny microskirt, had begun to drip in thick, clear strands. The scent of her excitement mixed with the wet sounds of the blowjob, but Varesa’s entire world had narrowed to the cock in her throat and the promise of another flood of that perfect, fruit-tinged taste.

Aether could only hold onto her horns and endure the most relentless, skilled, and inescapable throat-fucking he had received in a long time, while The Starving Hole chased her new favorite flavor with single-minded hunger.