Awakened. Starving...

I was hungry. I thought that was why I woke up, but I was horny too, it turned out. I sat up, unusually naked of a morning. Even more unusual of course was the naked woman in bed next to me. Regina was angelic while she slept, white hair splayed over my grey pillows majestically, making me wonder why she was sent down to me. What made me deserve this. Her. I reached over with intentions to pull the covers up to her neck, to shield her exposed shoulder in case she was cold. I recognized that as a silly thought just before I touched the blanket. She looked like she probably spent the better part of the last few centuries clothed in nothing but black chains, and I wondered if she might be a little chilly. So instead I pulled the covers back, the overwhelming need to see the rest of her body taking over me. This was unlike me… the past me, I remembered. Current Alexi was a whole other beast. I felt animalistic as I gawked at her, uncovered, laying on her side facing me, wrapped in those chains that did nothing for modesty. Every exposed inch of Regina just looked so… lickable. Her rose coloured nipples… her smooth and supple stomach… that alluring valley between her tanned thighs.

I already felt myself getting wet again. I remembered how I tasted, absently licking my lips in case there was still a lingering reminder there. It was hard to believe that simple attraction to a person in this way could change my thresholds so drastically. Even seeing the Goddess lying there so peacefully, I wanted to wake her up and spread her legs and press my tongue into her precious prize. I would not have wanted that before. Never.

I’ll admit that I couldn’t help being a selfish lover in the past. Well before the ring. I never wanted to put anything of a partner’s into my mouth, let alone something as ridiculous as their swollen, sweaty genitals. I didn’t even like their fingers in my mouth, which Kelli had once done to ‘give me a taste’ after she had stuck them in she knows where. I didn’t gag, but I wished that I had if simply to make a point. And I had put up with kissing as a lesser of two evils… since at least spit belonged in the mouth more so than any other human bodily fluids. I had never gone down on anyone, is my confession. It upset Lars mildly, but by that point he was ready to take whatever he could get… and even a woman’s pretty petals never appealed to me enough to get down there and use my mouth parts on their puffy parts. I always felt a little sorry for those who wanted to do it to me, but they said they enjoyed it and their enjoyment was the goal, usually, when it came to sex back then.

Now I got it. I understood why even the smell of it, somehow detectable so far away, drew me in. It wasn’t simply to reciprocate what Regina had done for me last night, so exhaustively that I slept through dinner. I had all these other needs relating to her body now. I needed to know what she really tasted like. I needed to know the feeling of her heat and how she might shake against my tongue. I needed to make her feel as good as I did, yes, but I knew that even if I hadn’t been licked out beforehand I would have been diving in head first anyway. I needed to just… worship her and make her leak and spill and scream… I was already red faced from thinking about doing it. Already drooling.

A hazel eye opened and regarded me warmly. She didn’t seem surprised that I was there just ogling her. In fact I was now certain she had been aware of everything that had been happening, perhaps even in my mind.

“What were you waiting for Ringmaster?” she wondered with a general curiosity. “A naked and willing sex **** in your bed and you just wanted to stare?”

“I-I thought you were still asleep,” I muttered, not quite affronted enough at the fact that she disapproved of how I didn’t take advantage of a slumbering woman.

“I wasn’t,” she sighed, turning to lay on her back now, and the chains chimed musically as her tits rose into prominence, both so full and luscious. “I was waiting for you to get up…”

“I’m up,” I said, grinning, because I simply couldn’t stop smiling when talking to my Goddess. And my eyes drifted to her bare stomach, then her bare, hairless pussy.

“Well then you better eat your breakfast before it gets cold,” she said, legs parting invitingly. The new me blushed, excited and appreciative. And so I went in, hungry, and horny. Starving and salivating. I couldn’t believe that the first thing I wanted to do today, my stomach still empty from last night, was to eat Regina out and nothing else. Survival instincts be damned. I was holding her thighs now, in a position rather unfamiliar and I wasn’t exactly sure how I should pose myself. For her part, Regina simply propped up some pillows and laid back like a queen, waiting to be served. I managed to calm myself enough to scoot back and on my knees in my own bed, put my face into the pussy of a woman I only met yesterday.

She tasted salty. Her warm skin. And then just a little slimy, but not unpleasantly. I stuck my tongue in deeper, feeling braver, rewarded with her sigh and a slight ooze of something against my tastebuds. I supped thirstily, pondering her flavours and was surprised to find a strange sweetness. She tasted like…

“Honey?” I blurted, thoughts spilling out from the surprise.

“Yes dear?” replied Regina coyly, her smirk quickening my pulse. I looked down at her perfect mons… that mound of Venus that suddenly made sense and looked especially ripe, like it wanted me to take a bite out of it. I was gentler than that of course… only my soft tongue should be applied to this. And maybe my lips. I was kissing her readily parting pussy more than anything, my tongue seeking her heat every few seconds as she got wetter and wetter against my chin. It tasted so good. I wondered why I never wanted to do this before. I almost regretted it. All that tasty pussy I avoided… The thought, one that could only occur to me now, made me laugh. I muffled it with Regina’s soft muff and gripped her ass with my hands. She was so dense, so thick, so delicious, and I could feel her heating up, hear her breaths. The gasps. The moans. I was doing it… as I greedily indulged in her womanhood she experienced the side effects of my lust.

That lust made me remember myself. I was naked… just bent over like this and so accessible. I had to take one of my hands off of her and put it between my legs. I wasn’t sure if I could make Regina cum with just my mouth. I knew I wanted to, but I suspected that wasn’t enough. All I could control was how much of her I could taste… how much of her I could reach… how much of her i could cover in my slippery spit. I had to start rubbing my clit to remember hers. I tried to seek it out but my fingers, like they were already way ahead of me, were making just the perfect friction between my legs. My determination to make my Goddess cum didn't waver, even though my own legs began to tremble. I just wanted her to cum too. I needed her to cum. My hand was a blur and the subtle warming of the ring around my finger was barely sensed as heat spread through my body.

“Ringmaster!” I heard Regina whine. “Alexi! I’m gonna cum! Alexi!”

That was enough for me. To hear those words, to hear her moan my name. I came with her cunt against my mouth, and then she was grinding on me. Her howling rattled her chains and my cheeks felt hot and wet, my legs giving out too as bliss spiked through me. I’m not sure what noise I grunted out as my climax roiled through me but I was then left panting and a dribbling mess, my face in the damp sheets. A few seconds passed, I think, then fingers combed through my hair, picked me up by my head. I found myself floating up to meet my pink faced angel, her half lidded eyes watching me dreamily.

“You used the ring on me,” she smiled, and I barely comprehended that, but I at least put together that I was wearing a ring. “You used it to make me cum… you sweet little ace…” And I was kissing her. Or she was kissing me. It didn’t quite matter any more because I was tasting her tasting herself… and I fell into her arms almost ready to sleep again.

At last my stomach growled. Other urges had been depleted for the moment, but my body still needed a proper meal of something other than Regina.