But her tongue was already out.
She felt it — her own tongue, extending past her lips, reaching toward his cock. Her body was following the command. Not the 'harden it' — that required stimulation, and her body knew how to provide it. Her tongue touched the base of his shaft.
She licked.
One long, slow, upward stroke. From the base to the ridge. Her tongue traced the thick vein that ran along the underside. She tasted it — cum, blood, Evriana's arousal, the demon woman's arousal, the salt and copper and musk of hours of fucking.
Her eyes rolled.
Not from pleasure. From the sensation — the overwhelming, involuntary, 'my-tongue-is-touching-a-cock-and-I-cannot-stop-it' sensation. She was confused. Shocked. Invisibly angry. But her body was not hers. Her tongue kept moving.
