The light of the rising sun now bathed Daniela's skin in its warm rays, causing her eyes to flutter open. Disoriented, she realized she had fallen asleep in a fetal position, still unable to shake the lingering sensation of Jasper's primal hunger from the night before. His powerful body had completely cocooned her as she slept, acting as her own safety blanket. At some point, his large wing had subtly protruded from his back, creating a dark abyss that shielded her from the rest of the world.
She ran her fingers over his sharp cheekbones, tracing the lines of his jaw. He slept with the most unnerving, menacing smile plastered on his face, as if dreaming of something wonderfully cruel. Daniela chuckled softly at the absurdity of her thoughts; it was odd to see a creature so dangerous seemingly enjoy his own dreams.
She rolled him gently off of her, and as his back met the mattress, his wing silently disappeared again. With the morning sun illuminating the room, she could easily take in his chiseled physique. His body was defined like cold steel, every muscle grouping sharp and distinct. She happily trailed her fingers across every muscle, lower and lower, until she reached the dark trail of hair guiding the path to his manhood.
Deciding to treat her betrothed, Daniela leaned over and pushed the blankets down past his waist, the air in the room momentarily cooling his skin. She grabbed his thick, warm cock, her small hand immediately finding the substantial weight and heat of him. With the simple action of cupping his member, she saw his long, muscled body twitch violently, and a low, guttural groan rattled in his chest.
Her small hand barely fit around his impressive package. She took a deep, steadying breath, then ducked her head and swallowed his girth as far as she could, managing to take in over half of his length. The first sensation was an overwhelming, coppery heat. She gripped his shaft tightly with her free hand, applying a firm, milking pressure while her mouth began to work. A rhythmic, wet slurping noise soon filled the quiet room, momentarily drowning out the chirping of birds beyond the window. She bobbed up and down his length, ensuring every inch was slicked with her warmth.
Jasper's hazy mind snapped into sharp focus. A rush of intense pleasure, too good to be a dream, yanked him toward wakefulness. His dark eyes flew open to see Daniela kneeling over him, her hair falling like a curtain as she put true, dedicated work into him. He watched, transfixed, as she alternated her depth, sometimes using her hand to cover the distance she couldn't manage, sometimes coming all the way up for a quick, audible gasp of air. The next time she took him in, he felt the delicate pressure of her throat, and she seemed to intentionally relax, allowing his cock to slip entirely down her esophagus. She let out a light, sustained hum—the resulting vibration making his cock tingle violently and his breath hitch in his throat. Daniela used a deep, driving suction, pulling and slurping on his rapidly hardening member.
Jasper felt her tongue do something strange—a precise, sharp flick against a nerve at the base of his head—that made his balls tingle and his nostrils flare. His insides seemed to jump with excitement. What the hell was that?
Sitting up abruptly, he used his hands to pull Daniela off his cock until they were face-to-face. Her large breasts bounced with the quickness of his movement. His smile was wide and curious. "What was that?" he asked, sounding like an eager child discovering a new toy. "Your tongue did something? I've never felt such a thing! What was it?"
It was not easy to embarrass Daniela, but Jasper had managed it. She chuckles, a flush rising on her cheeks, astonished by his reaction. "Jasper, we're kind of in the middle of something," she replied, her voice husky.
"My balls tingled," he insisted, his tone a demand. "Do it again." He fisted his cock and, with that crude guidance, lowered Daniela's head back down. Her lips pressed immediately against the still-leaking head of his member.
Daniela rolled her eyes with playful affection, her amusement overriding any lingering shyness. She slipped her mouth back over his waiting length and quickly resumed her rhythm, then repeated the specific, quick flick of her tongue.
Jasper felt the intense sensation again, his hips bucking forward violently off the mattress in response. He stopped guiding her and grabbed her hair, not cruelly, but firmly, pulling her head deeper with each powerful, determined downward thrust of his hips. His rhythm became savage, relentless, punctuated by loud, ragged gasps and a low, continual growl rumbling from his chest. The sucking and slapping sounds of his body impacting her face grew louder, echoing their building tension.
He felt the inevitable surge building, a white-hot pressure that demanded release. His whole body went rigid, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the sheet beneath him. With one final, deep, convulsive thrust into her mouth, his body reached its peak. A deep, shuddering roar tore from his throat as he pumped his seed into the back of her mouth, his entire frame trembling with the violence of the release.
Daniela held her position, accommodating the rush. She swallowed the majority of it quickly, but a small, milky line escaped the corner of her lips and trickled onto her chin.
As his tremors subsided, he collapsed back onto the mattress, his breath coming in short, harsh pants. Daniela pulled back, resting her forearms on the pillow as she looked down at him. With the back of her hand, she slowly wiped the residue from her chin and onto the crumpled white sheet beside her.
Jasper lay on his back, utterly spent. He slowly turned his head on the pillow, his dark eyes meeting hers. A wicked, utterly amused grin—the smile of a creature who had just indulged a deeply satisfying, dangerous craving—stretched across his face.
"Do it again!" he demanded, his smile so wide and honest it banished the earlier menace.
Daniela rolled her eyes playfully, not taking his request seriously. "My jaw is tired!" she deadpanned, stretching her body back out along the mattress.
Reaching forward, Jasper pinched one of her nipples lightly between his fingers, earning a sharp, affectionate glare from Daniela. He immediately rolled onto his side, pulling her fiercely into his chest until her large, soft breasts flattened against his hard pectorals, his still-erect shaft pressing relentlessly against her belly. "Then why would you do the tongue thing?" he whined, his voice thick with genuine curiosity.
Daniela never thought she would hear Jasper whine about anything. She hadn't even known she was doing anything so profound. "Find someone else," she teased, a soft, knowing smile curling her lips. "I'm sure there are plenty of young maidens who will satisfy your craving for tongue stuff!" She looked up at him; he still seemed to be pouting like a petulant god.
He shook his head rapidly in denial. Jasper had been with a great many maidens, and none of them had discovered, let alone performed, that tongue trick. "Where did you learn it?" he pressed, tracing the sensitive curve of her earlobe with his thumb.
"I was taught!" she said carelessly, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his chest, enjoying the deep rumble of his heartbeat.
His large palm, which had been resting on her hip, easily slipped down to grip her impressive ass. He began to knead the soft flesh, then, without warning, lifted her abruptly. He shifted her hips until his hardened length was trapped and rubbing directly against her slick, soaked entrance. His palm released her thigh, pressing them tight together.
Daniela's eyes shot open, wide and suddenly focused, when she felt his full, heated length grind against her wet slit. His manhood was now perfectly sandwiched between her lubricated cunt lips and her inner thighs.
Jasper rocked his hip forward in a slow, calculated grind. His length, slicked with her juices, repeatedly slid through the crevice, generating a delicious, building pressure—a balm for his relentless ache. Every time his cock ran the distance, her greedy lower lips seemed to try and grip him, coating his steel-hard length with her warmth.
"What school taught you such things? I want to own it!" he said in a clear, absolute, no-nonsense voice, taking this search for pleasure with extreme seriousness.
Daniela's hips instinctively squeezed tighter as the sensations began to build in her. With each deliberate thrust of his hips, his length kept rubbing intensely through her slit, the friction between them immense. Jasper's breath was now harsh and shallow in her ear as he leaned down to whisper, "your cunt is so fucking wet."
He clamped his large, powerful hands onto the outside of her thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to hold her legs together and ensure they stayed forcefully pressed shut. Now his cock couldn't escape the friction. He began to drive his hips faster, his movements becoming a relentless, grinding rhythm.
Daniela's body was a taught bowstring, vibrating with the continuous pressure. Her head arched back, her lips parted as sharp, involuntary moans escaped her throat. The friction was blinding, building a frantic heat that was focused right on her core. She buried her face into his neck, letting out a series of frantic whimpers. "Oh god, Jasper!" she moaned.
Jasper felt the violent contractions beginning in her thighs and ass—a signal of her impending release. He intensified his grind, holding her tight, his own climax seconds away. With a final, breathless grunt, he rocked his hips backward and pushed his erection free from the friction point, ejaculating a torrent of hot seed onto the mattress just behind her hips, his body shuddering uncontrollably against her.
Simultaneously, Daniela's entire body went rigid, her hips bucking off the bed as a violent, blinding orgasm tore through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as she was consumed by the pleasure.
As their bodies eased back to stillness, Jasper rolled Daniela gently onto her back, his expression now soft and deeply satisfied. He kissed her parted lips before sliding himself between her legs. Without a word, he lowered his head and lapped slowly at her core, making guttural, reverent sounds as he dedicated himself to licking her clean, ensuring he didn't let her delicate juices go to waste. Daniela's breath caught as she tried to shove Jasper's shoulders as her body quaked again. But he was relentless, the starved man unwilling to share his meal. His tongue slipped inside her entrance, slurping every drop he could find, until she was boneless and completely clean. The evidence of their morning activities erased.