The smell of damp earth and cured leather clung to Raven's hut like a second skin.
Rina shifted her weight and stood up from her knees, her fingers tracing the rough stitching of her animal-hide skirt.
Kyle watched her—not discreetly, not like a man pretending not to stare—but openly, like he was memorizing the way the firelight made the blue dye in her crop top look almost black where her spit and his sperm had soaked through the fabric after the blowjob…no …not blowjob but — Deepthroat.
"You're staring too much…" Rina teased him. Her voice was low, amused, like she'd caught him stealing sweets.
Rina smiled back with triumph and made herself comfortable on his lap.
"Hard not to." Kyle's thumb hooked under the sodden edge of her top, peeling it away from her skin with a wet sound that made her breath hitch.
"You're fucking soaked."
Rina exhaled sharply through her nose, her chest rising under his hands. The crop top slid up, revealing the heavy swell of her tits—pale skin, flushed pink at the creases, the inverted nipples darkening to a light red as the air hit them.
" Damn…they are definitely F-CUP!! " he muttered.
" Huh?... F-cup? What's that? " Rina asked.
"Ah… nothing…it's nothing. I meant to say they are beautiful" and moved forward to action, not giving a chance for Rina to inquire further.
Kyle's grip on her tightened instinctively, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just hard enough to make her arch back a bit.
"Ah—*fuck*—" Rina's hands scrabbled at his wrists, not pushing him away, just holding on. Her moan was throaty, unguarded, the kind of sound that made Kyle's blood rush south before his brain could catch up.
He didn't give her time to recover. One hand fisted in her hair, the other clamped around her waist, and then….
She was sprawled across his bed, her skirt riding up her thighs. Kyle's mouth was on her before she could protest — his tongue dragging a hot, messy path between her tits.
Rina gasped, her back bowing off the furs.
"Y-you're—*Ohh*—" Her words dissolved into a whimper as Kyle bit down on the soft underside of her breast, his teeth sinking in just enough to make her jerk. He could feel her pulse rabbiting against his lips.
"Want me to stop?" he muttered against her skin, his breath fogging the damp curve of her tit.
Rina's laugh was breathless, ragged, and filled with something dark. "Don't you *DARE*."
Kyle growled against her flesh, his tongue flicking over the tight, inverted peak of her left nipple.
It resisted at first, hiding from him, but well Kyle was relentless—sucking hard until he felt the bud stiffen under his mouth, pushing outward like it was reaching for him.
Then he bit down, his teeth trapping the sensitive tip as he dragged it free with a slow, filthy pull that had Rina's thighs clamping around nothing.
His actions were Justifying his surname — "The BoobSucker"
"*Gods—!*" Rina's hands fisted in his hair, not guiding, just 'holding' and her hips rolling helplessly against the air.
"Fucking—*more*—" she urged.
He obliged, switching to her right breast, his mouth sealing over the puckered flesh with a wet, obscene noise.
This nipple was shyer, deeper, and Kyle had to suck harder, his tongue probing insistently until it surrendered too, the peak swelling between his lips. When he bit down this time, Rina *shrieked*, her back arching so violently he had to pin her hips to the bed with his free hand.
"Again… more…" she demanded, her voice cracking.
"Bite them Harder!!"
Kyle released her nipple with a 'PoP' sound, his spit glistening on her flushed skin. He didn't give her any moment of reprieve—
He just grabbed both tits in his hands, squeezing them together until her inverted nipples brushed against each other. Then he 'dug' his teeth into the plush flesh, not gently, not playfully, but with enough force to make Rina's whole body jolt.
She *wailed*, her legs kicking out, her nails scraping down his back. "Y-yes—*fuck*—*like that*—"
He could feel her trembling, could hear the slick, sticky sound of her arousal soaking through her skirt. Kyle groaned against her skin, his cock throbbing in his pants.
"You taste *insane* !!..." he muttered, dragging his tongue over the reddened marks his teeth had left. "And Imma gonna fucking *devour* you."
Totally forgetting that this was all for curing the curse, which was obviously a lie and didn't matter anymore to both of them.
Rina's breath hitched. "P-please—"
He didn't let her finish. Just shoved her tits together and buried his face between them, his mouth stretching impossibly wide as he tried to fit as much of her flesh as he could past his lips.
He bit, sucked, *gorged* himself on her, his teeth grazing her nipples with every possessive pull.
And when he finally—finally—clamped down on both peaks at once, *yanking* them upward with a force that bordered on painful, Rina *shattered*.
Her body locked up, her scream raw and broken, her cunt pulsing around nothing as pleasure ripped through her like a lightning strike.
But… Kyle didn't let go. Not even when her thighs started shaking. Not even when her moans turned to sobs.
He *owned* this. He owned her.
And he was far from done.
Kyle's lips left her abused nipples with a wet, lewd sound—only to immediately latch onto the underside of her left tit, his teeth sinking into the plush flesh hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.
Rina's breath came in ragged, punched-out gasps, her fingers twisting in the furs beneath her as her body jerked with every scrape of his teeth.
"*Fuck*—you—*ah*—*bite like a goddamn wolf*—" she choked out. Her voice wrecked, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips.
Kyle grinned against her skin, his tongue swiping over the fresh indents before moving upward to capture her neglected nipple again. This time, he didn't just bite—he sucked until her flesh darkened to a furious red, his fingers kneading her other breast roughly, pulling and pinching the tender peak between his thumb and forefinger.
Rina's moans pitched higher, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her gut again.
"K-Kyle—*I can't*—*I'm gonna*—" Her words dissolved into a broken cry as his teeth clamped down once more, this time dragging her nipple between them in a slow, deliberate pull that sent sparks shooting down her spine. Her hips bucked helplessly, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for friction she couldn't get.
He released her with a filthy pop, his breath hot against her slick skin.
"Yeah? *You gonna come again*?" he murmured, his voice rough with wanting.
Before she could answer, he sealed his lips around her right nipple, sucking hard before biting down—*harder*—until Rina's entire body spasmed, her scream muffled only by the hand she'd clamped over her own mouth.
Kyle didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
Not when she tasted like salt and sweat, not when her boobs heaved against his mouth with every ragged breath she took. He switched between them, alternating between deep, bruising bites and long, sloppy licks that had Rina writhing beneath him, her thighs slick with her own arousal.
And when he finally—*finally*—grabbed both breasts in his hands and mashed them together, burying his face between them with a growl, Rina's entire body *locked up*. Her moan was guttural, primal, her nails digging into his scalp hard enough to draw blood as her orgasm ripped through her like wildfire.
Kyle groaned against her skin, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "*Fuck*," he panted, his tongue swiping over her trembling flesh. "You're *perfect*."
Rina could only whimper in response, her body limp, her mind blissfully blank.
Kyle smirked at the wreck he'd made of her—her tits glistening with spit and bite marks, her nipples swollen and jutting out proudly from the abuse.
He leaned down, dragging his tongue lazily over one peaked bud, savoring the way she shuddered beneath him. "Still with me, princess?" he murmured, his breath hot against her damp skin.
She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob, her fingers twitching weakly against his shoulders. "Y-you bastard," she panted, her voice hoarse. "You Fucking... ruined my boobs!... I feel like their shape has already changed by you stretching them so violently"
Kyle chuckled darkly, pinching her left nipple between his fingers and rolling it just to hear her gasp. "Oh, sweetheart," he purred, leaning in to flick the tight peak with his tongue. "I haven't even *started* ruining you yet."
Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively—as if that could stop the tremors still wracking her body. Kyle didn't miss the movement. His hand slid down her stomach, fingers tracing the damp edge of her skirt where it clung to her slick skin. "Fuck, you're *dripping*," he growled, his cock twitching at the thought of how soaked she must be beneath the fur.
Rina whined, her hips jerking at the teasing touch. "K-Kyle—"
He cut her off with a sharp bite to her collarbone, his teeth sinking in just enough to make her cry out. "Tell me what you want," he demanded against her skin, his fingers finally—*finally*—dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.
Rina's response was immediate, desperate. "You…" she gasped, her back arching as his fingers brushed the soaked fabric of her underclothes.
"Always you".