In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 66 - Blush

Lisa's distantly aware that her hands are digging into Jennie's skin, pressing marks into her hips in the shape of Lisa's grasp. She hopes Jennie won't mind the bruises. Judging by how wide her pupils have blown, Jennie isn't too bothered by it. Her abdominals tighten as Lisa licks her lips, tongue stretching low enough to catch the drool dripping from her chin.

Jennie's next breath hitches in her throat.

Lisa generally makes an effort not to resemble a panting dog, always cognizant of not opening her mouth too wide in the presence of non-kin, but she can't be bothered to spare Jennie the reality of having sex with a wolf. Surely, if Jennie can accept all of the other qualities that make Lisa an unattractive partner to humans, her canines and unnaturally long tongue can be forgiven too.

Jennie's eyes don't leave her face as Lisa curls back over her. At some point, Jennie must have shifted further up the desk because her knees no longer hang over the edge, so Lisa comes to the obvious conclusion that she must go after her and make chase at all costs.

Lisa barely notices how the wooden table digs into her hands and knees, a sharp reminder that she's climbing on furniture like an unruly animal in pursuit of Jennie. In truth, Lisa moves so quickly that her chair clatters to the ground somewhere behind her, forgotten before the clamor has finished echoing through the room.

If Jennie is surprised to find Lisa looming over her, she doesn't show it. Her face is the picture of professionalism as Lisa holds her thighs apart, interested to see what Lisa will do.

Unable to help herself, Lisa bites down on the softness spilling over the tops of Jennie's thigh-highs as hard as she can without piercing the skin. That earns her a bone-shuddering breath that has Jennie's jaw clenching hard enough to squeak.

In her distraction, Lisa's canines accidentally catch on the hem of Jennie's stocking, tearing the delicate fabric wide open. While she'll mourn the loss of such a lovely accessory, Lisa can't be bothered to feel too guilty when the end result is access to more of Jennie's skin. The rip widens with every ripple of her thigh.

By the time Lisa latches onto her pussy, licking and sucking, Jennie's pulse is throbbing under her hands and the tear in her stocking has extended as low as her knee. Jennie's lips are nearly white where she bites down to silence herself.

Jennie's not speaking, not a single word, but Lisa hears poetry in the trembling of her fingertips against the tabletop. She swims in the song of Jenine's uneven breathing, the ode to honeycomb seeping from her skin into the air. She would do anything to remain here for the rest of her miserable life.

Lisa's claws make quick work of Jennie's top, leaving Jennie's chest bare and skin prickling as the ruined garments go slack around her upper arms. Her breasts are as pale as the rest of her. Lisa wordlessly urges her to lay back, and much to her surprise, Jennie acquiesces without complaint.

Lisa takes advantage of Jennie's generosity by hiking one of her legs up into the air, pressing Jennie's knee to her shoulder. Though her eyes widen, Jennie doesn't raise any objections. If Lisa were put in that position, she'd be red as a tomato and probably on the verge of a panic attack from the knowledge that Jennie was getting an unobstructed view of her asshole, but Jennie manages to take it with a grace that pisses Lisa off as much as it enthralls her.

Jennie's lower back leaves the table as her other knee joins the first, thoroughly testing the bounds of her flexibility. It can't be comfortable. Lisa knows it isn't comfortable, that no one likes to be folded in half and pinned like this, but Jennie's expression doesn't falter. She almost looks amused.

Lisa, of course, takes that as a challenge.

She chases the wetness that had leaked down Jennie's ass, tongue dragging over both of her holes. For such an unyielding person, Jennie's skin is soft and sweet. Easily bitten. Easily bruised. 

It isn't until Lisa registers that Jennie's legs are shaking that she lowers her back to the desk and takes stock of the situation, absently licking her lips.

Jennie's perfect skin, normally so pretty and pale, has turned red. Color blooms over her torso, painting her breasts and stomach with a warmth that has saliva flooding Lisa's mouth. Even her pussy is hot to the touch.

Who knew having a tongue in her ass is all it would take to have Jennie Kim blushing like a fair maiden? Jennie looks as shocked as Lisa feels, raising her hand to inspect her glowing skin with a flicker of disgust.

Lisa's grip tightens on her hips to the point of what must be pain, but Jennie doesn't protest the rough treatment. She seems to relish it, in fact, seeing as her eyes finally flutter shut and her face relaxes into some shade of acceptance. The same hand she'd been eyeing with disapproval seeks out Lisa's head, petting her sweaty hair. The touch is as soft and unobtrusive as it is possessive. It stirs something deep in Lisa's chest.

Lisa spares a moment to drop her face onto Jennie's stomach, inhaling the smell of her burning skin, then returns to her task with enthusiasm.

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Jennie is violently aware that somewhere along the line, she gravely miscalculated. If she had known Lisa's mouth and teeth and god-forsaken tongue were capable of this treachery, she would've at least taken the time to prepare herself or perhaps sought out some meditation techniques beforehand. As it stands, her normally exemplary mental fortitude won't survive much more of this intact.

Lisa's tongue unfurls, hot and slick, and laps up everything she has to offer. Even though Jennie knows it's coming, the moment of revelation when Lisa's tongue finally pushes inside her still comes as a shock.

Jennie doesn't realize she's moaned aloud until sudden silence rings in her ears. Lisa stares up at her, wide-eyed—then does it again. Jennie chokes on another moan, slapping a hand over her mouth. She's so busy being irritated with herself for behaving like this that she almost misses Lisa's expression, which would have been tragic.

Lisa's tongue curls inside of her, filling her completely, and Jennie can't be bothered to care what comes out of her mouth. Filling and fucking, biting and burning, killing and saving; it's Jennie's burden to bear.

She knows neither Lisa nor her wolf will be satisfied until they've consumed her, bones and all.

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A/N: Jennie, upon having her pussy eaten for the first time: guess i'll just die