Nyra's chest heaved as she leaned back, the afterglow of her orgasm leaving her temporarily defenseless. But her dominance didn't falter for long. She reached down, brushing Allen's cheek almost affectionately before tightening her grip on his jaw.
"Don't stop," she ordered, her voice a little shakier than she'd like, betraying the effect his tongue had on her. "You're not done until I say you're done. Keep licking, human."
Allen's eyes flickered with a subtle spark of rebellion, but he quickly masked it, leaning forward again as if her command compelled him. He pressed his tongue back against her dripping folds, starting slower this time, his movements deliberate. He flattened his tongue and dragged it from her entrance to her swollen clit, savoring the taste of her arousal.
Nyra's hips jolted involuntarily, her claws digging into his hair again. "Mmm... yes, like that," she murmured, her voice softening into a needy whimper.
