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when he knelt between her legs. In wholehearted anticipation, she let him help her further upon the rock. She leaned back. And for the time-being, slime and fish were forgotten.
    Her breath left her in a rush when he applied the oil to her folds and creases. The nerves there instantly tingled as though someone had turned on a vibrator. She held her breath, wondering what she should be doing, if anything. He leaned closer, running his long, coarse tongue over her breasts and the valley between them both. She closed her eyes, her exhale audible. The fin extensions at the side of his head, tilted back, and he apparently understood what he could do to her. His tongue continued with more resolve, spiraling first over one nipple and then the next.
    She was positive it was not her imagination that his downy, padded fingers had grown hot and were pulsing. One worked on her slippery core, another moved to her nub. It set her skin ablaze, like a fast-moving wildfire consuming her from her hips upward. As though real, the heat seemed to make breathing just as difficult. If her flesh felt like dry fuel to a fire, her blood was lava below the surface. Instead of slowing, his friction made the flow run faster, swirling inside her until it exploded in a torrent of molten heat. Again and again. She came three times before she could even think to grab his wrist. He continued caressing the mound between her thighs while she caught her breath.
    He moved in close enough that she could feel him breathe on her belly and brought his tongue to her clit. The instant it skimmed over her, she shuddered. Already hyper-sensitized, she could practically hear as well as feel the tiny, coarse bristles of his tongue. What might have been pain in another time, was nothing but smooth aching that throbbed from her pussy to her stomach and up into her breasts. It melted conscious consideration. It lulled her sensibilities to orgasmic desperation.
    He flicked and played for several minutes. The tingling desire of her cunt made her moan repeatedly. She lifted her hips, reaching out to his scaly jaw-line, urging him closer. He abided, locking his lips over her mound with the gentlest of sucking. It stole her breath away. In its own little vacuum, her pussy experienced sensations she had never known before, all the while his tongue working its magic along her bud and swollen center lips. He licked and swiped at her folds. She gasped as she felt his long thin tongue slide inside her, licking the walls of her pussy as it went. The creature continued to suckle as his tongue moved, round and round, up, in, out, circling until she was audibly begging for relief. He seemed to fill her to capacity, thrusting in and around with an intensity that made her chest burn with the want to breathe. She screamed when she felt the first wave strike, causing her to come in bucking jolts. He did not move, did not withdraw his tongue, did not take his lips from the tiny atmosphere that had consumed her conscious, cataloged world and deposited her to this one. Unique, primal, searing, wholly sexual. She sucked in just enough air to shriek when the orgasm struck like a tidal swell, continuing for what felt like hours.
    She lay there for a long time, simply breathing and enjoying the afterglow of immense satisfaction.
    At last he stood. Without pausing to analyze her actions, she licked around the head of his cock, making a quiver run through his entire six-foot eight frame. She grinned a little and licked some more. He brought the head easily the size of her fist to her swollen pussy. She leaned way back and he bore down. It felt wonderful. She pushed her hips upward and her cunt began drawing him in. Instead of continuing however, he moved his thumb to her clit and massaged. She would never have thought she had the energy, but three seconds later she heard herself moan with the fostering sensation of desire blossoming to life all over again. It coiled and stung as though she had not come