He's lost, spiraling into erotic oblivion, and if he never found his way back to the rest of the world, that was just fine with him. What a wonderful person to get lost in...
You're heaven on his tongue, which delved blissfully deep into your soaking cunt. Katakuri's ears had long ago gone deaf to your gasped cries of pleasure above, the rush of blood and the pounding beat of his heart in his chest drowning out all else. The fingers that dig almost painfully into his red-pink locks barely register in his brain.
He's a man possessed, determined not to miss a single drop of your delicious juice. Your legs shake and you squirm from the electrifying sensation as he explores you as he wishes. Leisurely and yet in a rush to not miss a single part of you. Delicious...!
You pull and push his head where you like, but his mouth has a mind of it's own, pick where along your clit he pleasures next. It's maddening, but you know you'll reach that incredible orgasm soon enough.
His teeth introduce a bit of danger, though you you he's mindful of each sharp tooth, so close to somewhere so precious and sensitive. He'd never hurt you, never give you reason to distrust him, especially now.
Katakuri was a giving lover, and he wouldn't deny you the pleasure you so rightly deserved. He just...loved to indulge first.
You cry his name, and he only hums a reply, never slowing the way his tongue swirls and flicks across your most sensitive of places. The vibrations make you quiver harder, crying out to beg for release, to beg for him not to stop, you don't know what you beg for but you do it nonetheless.
His fingers tighten on your legs, perhaps hard enough to leave bruises that he'll later apologize for. Your scent, wet and heady, drives him to the point of madness, his own ignored erection straining painfully against the leather of his pants. In all of his haste, he didn't bother taking measures to pleasure himself. What a shame, perhaps next time...
Your whines and keens take on a desperate tone, high and warbling, wanting so much but unable to voice it. Your legs do their best to close upon his face, to pull him in or stop the onslaught of pleasure. No, no, you couldn't stop him, you needed more, you needed it all.
And he gave it to you. With greater focus on the already-sparking nerves in your clit, his tongue strums just the right chords to have you singing, to have you screaming and shaking and tensing up with rapture against his mouth.
He laps up each drop that your cunt gives, relishing the taste and the way your fingers still grip his hair so tightly. But as the wave recedes, leaving you shivering in it's wake, your fingers slowly loosen until they slide down to cradle his cheeks.
The gentle touch breaks whatever trance he'd fallen into, and with a few blinks, he's looking up at your debauched expression, the panting breaths and the messed-up head of hair from when you'd lolled it back and forth in pleasure. You'd never looked more beautiful.
He can't help his little grin, watching the way you fluster when he licks his lips clean, teeth and all. "I could go for seconds...if you're offering?"
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